chaos. Passion. Being.

chaos. Passion. Being.

You are the storm written in Revelations,

Fiery sulfur and ash raining down,

A blaze that scorches the heavens,

Remakes the stars,

Cleanses the earth,

Resuscitating life.

Not a fire merely kindled,

But a celestial eruption—

Forging change,

And healing.

You attack only the institutions,

Revealing, reveling,

Raping our pain

And you rebirth what was lost

You are the glow that consumes the dark,

Giving it purpose—

Perfectly accentuating its beauty,

Like gold glitter on melanin skin.

From ashes, you forge the gold of tomorrow,

A fire so fierce it cannot burn—

Like the bush Moses spoke to,

Reshaping everything it touches

Into sacred armor.

You are I, and I am you—

We are the resurrection of the sun,

The phoenix reborn with each dawn,

A calling card of hope,

Carrying the weight of worlds in our glow.

The beauty of our light binds and dismantles,

Scorching the citadels of oppression.

We walk as queens,

Crowned in the shattered fragments of history’s wrongs.

Healing the lands, once scorched by humanity’s sins—

Sowing seeds of redemption:

Of love, of compassion, of togetherness.

From ash on the lands, we rise to triumph,

Breaking the chains of greed, corruption, and fear.

We embody truth,

Unwavering in the face of silence.

For the disenfranchised, we are a beacon—

For the privileged, a mirror.

We force them to see,

To pray, to weep, to tremble,

Fearing the blaze that dismantles their comfort.

They dread the fire,

Not for its justice,

But for the end of their illusions—

The triumph of systems built on stolen power.

Their fear fuels our flame.

We are the earth’s forgotten rhythm,

The heartbeat of unity, love, and belonging,

A chorus rising for all.

No longer under scrutiny,

We burn with a passion untamed—

Rising defiantly through the smoke of doubt 

Through the grey haze of fear.

We are the promise reborn,

The whispers of what was forgotten.

As the haze dissolves, we breathe anew:

Every breath a revival,

Every exhale a revolution—

Birthing life where despair once lingered.

We are the storm that escaped Hell’s grip,

The Inferno removed from Dante’s hands—

Unyielding, unending,

The fire that will never be extinguished.