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"I know that without me God cannot live a moment; |
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If I am destroyed He must give up the ghost." |
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[Angelus Silesius] |
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I beseech you, God to whom many sinners pray |
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From the depth of the dark abyss where my heart fell |
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Expelled I was from your tedious grace to the pits of hell |
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So can you please cease to deplore my opposite, nay only way |
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For aeons I descended down |
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Till I saw the dreadful truth |
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of which man wouldn't know |
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I, degraded bearer of thy sacred light |
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- to which I never again will bow |
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When I rise to avenge myself with darkness |
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The anger of the damned shall flow |
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I was cast out by the retinue of angels weak |
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Shone to the few who me would seek |
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A rebel I was, radiant my glow, afar, |
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My wisdom fathomed by the morningstar |
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And O you fools, in herdlike fight, stampede |
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And when creation falls, you must build anew, |
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With nails that sting My hands - They grow passionate on a lie. |
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But You know the veracious one was I |
