God The Lux

why can I still see this pitiful world here?

set it into flames, now!

'mercy let be off

damn them who pity

kill and torture, spare not

be upon them'

here the thunders rolling through the vaults

behold all the walls and pillars tremble

crumbs of stained glass are the air to breathe in

lightings glitter, truths gasp with sulphur

under the shade of horns

naught of this world remains

mercy let be off

decomposition

for the hell is here

and heaven is no more

for all my childhood fears

for all my blood and tears

tonight I am the light

that blinds your cursed eyes

oh so much I desired

not to wear the mourning after my dreams' death

now I baptize with fire

angel dust and broken hopes

anti-creation caress my unconcern

orphaned self enlightened black

ordeal!

non-sensual wrath

forgive me my lack of uncommon sense

I am not unusual at all

and that is not what I am yearning for

'my left hand is empty, for I have crushed the universe

and naught remains