As pride precedes a downfall
   So He took His place before the firewall
   Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one
   Was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung
  
   Between forgiveness and the damage done
  
   An electric scent over drear decay
   Lent a violent surge to their serenades...
   Through white glades as His winged parade
   Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors
  
   Within vast skies unversed in starkness
   His might grew
   And blew light hues to grey...
   And worse, a third of stars to darkness
  
   Then thunder seethed
   And wreathed in thickening night
   A line was drawn midst wrong and right
   And across the throats of thieves
  
   As love fell choked, the tempest broke
   From heaven's farthest shore
   Descending to eclipse all hope
   Repentance might stay holy war
  
   He would not heel nor fake a bow
   Murmur curses to the wind
   Enraged, he raved in Balrog howls
   Upon a storm firstborn of sin
  
   Incensed anew, rebellions tore
   Like frenzied beasts of prey
   Through temple doors...
   Thrown east before the midnight masses
  
   And where once bliss reigned so serene
   In sweeter glades
   Now veins ran openly...
   Like eyes that shied from kindred ashes
  
   When suddenly
   There shone a hideous light
   And a voice like three insanities
   Soared up in thistled speech...
  
   "Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none
   And for this grave mistake
   How thou art fallen Morning Sun
   The proud will be abased"
  
   He would not heel nor fake a bow
   Murmur curses to the wind
   And Lo, the wrath of god swept down...
  
   "Thou art no more an angel filled
   With light, but a leech to be abhorred
   And thou shalt suffer My burning will"...
   Quoth this raven: "Nevermore"
  
   Never fucking more
  
   And with these words like heavy stone
   Cast against that gilded throne
   With many legions still in tow
   He turned his wings to flee
   His eyes a picture of distaste
   Drawn to tears and in their place
   The dawn of time and fates to face
   Through all eternity...
  
   I wept for him a deep red river
   That ran like blood through scarred ravines
   To sluice away the guilt that slithered
   Like a serpent tongue to Eve
   For once as I, in heaven climbed
   Too high for truth to truly see
   My sunken mind, drunken and blind
   Saw the lie; That fool was Me...
  
   Alone and cold, face to the crack
   Beyond dark gates with no way back
   His crown of gold faded to black
   Like a bruise upon the heart that lingers
  
   With thrill kill culture shock wave lenghts
   Of rope to hang high
   Ten commandments by...
   Snaked about his upraised fingers