I silenced the eye that dared to remember,
Unlit the lantern that flickered with guilt.
No more visions, only the ember
Of truth left to rot beneath silt.

I drove the pen through the gate of knowing,
Split the flesh where prophecy nested.
Tore out the sun from its glass-walled throne,
Where judgment once festered and nested.

Blinded the witness crouched in bone,
That sentinel of shame and sky.
Scraped clean the window God looked through,
And left it weeping in my eye.

Exiled perception, crowned the void,
Made covenant with endless night.
Let the ink become my blood,
Let the socket drink the light.

“No More visions, no more Sins. I Silenced the seer inside. The Gate of knowing… Violated”