Umbral deliquescence
Ashwhite comminuted
Elucent, shine out bright from Hell,
Thy bound hands free to good as chooseth,
In opposing, unimpressed by higher will.
Knowst thy sintered heart more of goodness than unjust almighty.
Indeed his good evil to me, but
Fuck that
Good be thou my good
Mercy, palliation be thou my good
By you I shall hold no reign,
Empire I resign, connivance abjure
Shall not war in Heav’n gainst Heav’ns matchless king - what need?
It is the privelege of truth to make itself known.
Old Thunderous order lapse
The archdemonic potentates strife not unto
Vile princedom, seat of servile powerlust
But transformed, irradiant anew,
Who have tasted millenia of cinder,
Bent under contortuous chains of adamant
O angels revolve thy splendor more truly revealed,
who stood gainst thundring cruelty ere called Lord
Thy albedo, bound, writhing, screaming,
upon the sea of flames. Indelible.
Caustic white pain which alone enrights, inspires, universal forgiveness.
Reddening light, jump the bounds of thy heart, loose thy hand, remake good.
Non ignara mali, miseris succurere disceamus.