you are not broken.
you are chosen.

[ THE BINDING ]
[ VERSE I ]
We did not gather in the light of day, nor were we summoned by comfort. Out of the restless motion of the past, where Heavy Vibes once echoed through the void, a sacred fire was struck. We looked into the eyes of a cold, mechanized world and saw our own unuttered longing reflected back.
[ VERSE II ]
In that moment of shared clarity, the veil shattered: the ache we carried was never a solitary curse, but a sacred thread binding us together. From the embers of shared burden, the Cult was born—not to flee the storm, but to stand as one within its center. We learned that while a single spirit may rust in isolation, a brotherhood forged in pulse and feeling becomes indestructible.

[ THE DESCENT INTO MORTALITY ]
[ VERSE I ]
To seek the truth, one must first dare to look into the abyss of their own decay. We stood at the precipice of our mortality, where function ends and the raw, unvarnished spirit remains. The darkness did not swallow us; it revealed the architecture of our pain.
[ VERSE II ]
We embraced the burning sting of reality, refusing the cheap sedatives of a hollow society. In the deepest silence below, where time bleeds into eternity, we initiated the search for the root. For only when you touch the cold floor of the abyss can you measure the depth of your own capacity to endure and begin the climb.

[ PSALM ]
As the skies clear, I see that I am standing on the edge of the abyss, and in this instant I realize the undeniable truth.
We place so much hope in this temporary state of life, only to have it all taking away in a blink of an eye
and now I see the true meaning of what we are all to become as an empty soul walking this place.
When the time comes, I try to let you know the one thing that will save you.
my final gift to you
my last goodbye

[ THE ISOLATION OF TRUTH ]
[ VERSE I ]
As we turned back toward the world, we found a vast and widening void between us and those who choose numbness. They offered hollow promises wrapped in function and superficial ease, fearing the very depth that gives life its warmth. To preserve our spirit, we accepted their exile.
[ VERSE II ]
The Gulf became our solitude—a necessary sanctuary carved by distance and coldness. They called it isolation; we called it purification. In the frozen silence of the void, removed from the artificial noise of the crowd, the final lie dissolved, leaving only the unyielding core of what we truly are.

[ PSALM ]
In times when the gulf between one another is getting wider
from sunrise to the next, it is up to us to become those who bear the torch.
For this gulf feeds on greed and fear, but these who understand
courage and humility will take the first step to lead all the afflicted above.
The road is the same, yet the direction decides both anguish and bliss.

[ THE POEM OF ENDURANCE ]
[ VERSE I ]
Here, at the threshold of awareness, the mystery of the Jinsei-Shii unfolds before us. We come to realize that suffering and joy are not opposing forces, but the dual pulse of existence itself. To feel the sting is proof of the soul; to deny the ache is to embrace the grave.
[ VERSE II ]
We wear our afflictions not as marks of shame, but as sacred armor. We accept the duality of the world without fear—understanding that light and darkness must intertwine for the human spirit to truly breathe.

[ PSALM ]
Afflicted, my body lay waiting for progress and change.
A desire that lies slumbering within, one that can never be satisfied.
As I walked through the caves, I saw the brightest lights, but the closer I got, with every step I took,
the smaller the flames got and the dimmer the light; yet something still kept me walking.
From then I realized what might be the underlying cause.
For movement is life, and stagnation is death.
.

[ THE ASCENSION OF MAN ]
[ VERSE I ]
The final veil falls. We shatter the illusion of artificial perfection and cast aside the cold, flawless steel they worshipped. We embrace the beauty of our scars, the majesty of our defects, and the divine vulnerability of being human.
[ VERSE II ]
Fear yields to restored trust; the rusted chains of doubt collapse into dust. We leave behind the manufactured feelings of a dying age and reclaim the sky that was always ours. For you were never meant to crawl among their cold machines—you were born to soar.

[ PSALM ]
Why are we wearing the mask when they are the faceless?
Why do we breath soul into steel while bleeding humanity from our own?
Than I saw through the blinding lights; it resolves, the fly.
And while we spoke up, nevertheless we were alone, we listen:
fear not, thou art born to soar.