Just about any weekend
you can find me in full black hide
delving the darkness
and dreaming of flying
on a white steel eagle
to a better tomorrow.

I am The Great White Mack.
I howl with rage
for all the souls that have
been forced to drink of violation unjustly.
I am injured as they have been injured.

So I wear my hide of black
until I can step into the Suit of Lights.
I tremble at my future,
at the brilliance of what may be.
I am gathering the shards of hope and faith,
and hope that my charity is pure.
I would open the matrix
to all that I am,
spilling all the truth in blinding light,
but my time is not yet here.

I am finding the courage to live,
when it is easier to die,
so that when it is easier to live,
I will be ready to die.

I am ready to come out.
I am ready to ride
In waking and in sleep,
Through a world of night,
until the arrival of the Sun.
Never again.
I shall fight against pain and sorrow,
and claim the destiny that is mine,
and the joy that is to be had.

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