The Runaway Heart

The ancients believed in us and left signs of their faith in us. They thought that we would be gods of knowledge, but gods like us are lost in the space of our emotions, which fuels the drama of our lives. The great powers in the world, born of great desire. ravage the people, with golden eyes and sweet wines. They care not that its end is madness, for its power is great, and little can withstand the runaway heart! But as calm follows the storm, and when the fever is broken, we'll make a call to battle, to rise up and defeat that indeterminable evil, that one knows simply as... "the self"!