Failure Of Light

Failure Of Light

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Steps never outweighed the steps of Hell.

Submitted: August 30, 2018

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As the Devil breathes
 
Like a blade I shall be sheathed
 
My steps never outweighed the gravity of hell
 
 
Each one ringing one like a funeral bell
 
I pray for rain of flaming rocks
 
For the countdown of the doomsday clock
 
To foster the  world's symmetry
 
To break the bonds of creator and creations chemistry
 
A vision of the impenetrable dark
 
A frigid shadow of the lost and stark
 
Never found on either side of the moon
 
Nor on any sigil or rune
 
It wields composure of my soul
 
A force beyond my control
 
That comes as one with the brimstone below
 
 
Yet I haven't seen it show
 
I chant the psalm
 
To be granted winter's calm
 
I won't serve
 
The light setting me on my last nerve
 
Retrieve the pride
 
 
That was stolen on the sun's ride
 
Within and without
 
 
 
My very being into the cosmos shouts
 
I deny any order andany idea
 
I deny pagan mater gaea
 
I don’t believe in any doctrine and abstraction
 
The lies and infernal contractions
 
I don’t believe neither in fortune nor in  common sense
 
One could call me stubborn and dense
 
I’m fed up with  concepts that lead to an early grave
 
Fight for light and die brave
 
These lies are such a plague
 
The true meaning so vague
 
 
Recreate myself anew 
 
With his power I grew
 
I would marry myself in the church of humanity
 
 
A bride and groom of chaos and insanity
 
I  bringing down the most ardent ray of sun
 
I'm the smoking gun
 
To me he speaks
 
 
Keeping me at my peak
 
Like vulture hovering above my neck
 
 
I see the other lives the lies have wrecked
 
It burns with fever deep within my soul
 
 
Flooding my being like flood waters into a bowl
 
 
Erect in glory to sink into shame
 
 
They strip me of my titles to my name
 
Oh Lord, whence came this doubt?
 
A nervous fighter before his bout
 
Thou doth know I am all
 
I would answer thy call
 
Let loose my shackles
 
I can't stand the Seraph's cackles
 
Let chaos reign
 
Bring darkness and spread my pain
 
 
This festering wound of sickening hate
 
For you my infernal Lord I'm never too late


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