Monotheism

The muse descended one inverted night

and whispered in the echoing light.

Here birth leviathans, and
here births your othering.

Here feed the maggots, and 
here breathe your demons. 

Here is love, and love is betrayal.

Here, thoughts dement for language.

In search of words, in search of someone,

here breeds only pestilence.
Here, mnemonics and sacraments you seek,
and the possession you have embraced here speaks.

Why mustn't gunpowder trees
birth out of this disease?

Why mustn't the seeds of hate
let their flowers germinate? 

Though the path to your vessel
is laid with thorn and thistle,

souls still seek it to contaminate.

In my search, I found fruits of poison,

flowers of hate in bloom, I found.
Masks I found and wore them well,

strings I found stitched to my limbs, and
the puppeteer I found was only acting from
his throne upon this minefield of yours.

I am lost for words,

I am lost in his darkness.   

I am in love, and
love is my betrayal.

A lifeless puppet, I wear masks on masks, 

so many lives to die one day.

Hollowed bones pray to be born,

and no eye to see thy kingdom come their way.

There is no life after death,

only this life itself will be hell,

and this will be your last betrayal.

Where do you hide so much hate?

How do you let it cultivate? 

Can art be the answer?

Can I be the answer?

In search of a self, desires were all I found,

they were all there was to embrace,

and I know that this was my betrayal. 

Pressed beneath the beasts of your burdens

I have well suppressed my own self,

but I am absolutely corruptible,

forsaken, I have long scripted my own betrayal. 

Buried beneath the land of the fraud,

and with the scepters piercing through my bones,  

I seek an end to religious war. 

The flames of your inferno deprive me of senses,
I rage on and on with my arms extended,
in my search for the unnamable weight of your existence,
my fingers daren't form a fist in resistance. 

My arms extend toward your light 

and I see that the black clouds are descending,

the wrath of your thunder will soon strike me down
and the flames of your breath will burn these wings down.
From my ambitious flight, you will see me fall,

and this stampede is your violence on souls 

who fly to seek this vessel of yours.

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