My Mission

What from now shall pass into the nexus,
And who shall see the black of day.
Wither the flow of a nightingale’s flight;
Blasting an undoubting hour
To the beats of a hot summers afternoon.
I hath watched it o'er and o'er again,
Within the deep recesses of my brain.
No pain for you;
No pain for the bearer,
For which another moment shall pass.

In time I will find that place,
I dream about under the tree of knowledge.
Learning that life shall spring
From the dead corpses of the fallen.
That war,
That ungodly order, which shall be sent out
And bring forth the fires of God's mighty hand,
With Great Spirit pierce the heart of Lucifer
Scaring his men to grasp the mounts
Running and leaping towards endless bounds.

Oh, Heaven on high;
Shall you bring light from within your heart,
Pushing back the wicked minions
Of your opposite,
Who wishes to break from me the only way I can say,
The love within my once great soul.
Though beautiful as an angel would be,
His eyes beam the direct descendent of evil--
And create an advocate
For which is damned from birth;
Do I fit the description?

Of one which will create a devilish result
On the unsuspected people of earth.
To which he does not care,
For who his passion has been confined
Blinded by his own hatred,
Of the one who threw him from his place on high.
And upon the broken rocks,
With burning fire he landed shaking the ground beneath--
Upheaval and damned words
Came from his lips;
From there it was known that Gabriel,
Would not give up, until God himself fell into his pit.
The war of worlds still rages to this day,
With each now trying to claim the heart
Of a man whose destiny
Could break the hell of man,
Or create a worse hell than is already here.

What would change this way,
Or make the man go for none
And turn to a new light
For where dark once was.
Then it would be known,
And never forgotten--
His place of words would bring destruction to nations.

For Shakespeare,
Milton, and Coleridge,
Swift, and Dickens tried and almost
Made a heaven from hell--
But were not meant to touch upon the sacred
Hearts of a world driven to evil.
Now shall be the time,
Where men shall fall upon their knees
And women will weep sadness.
As that great man falls from his gracious place,
Returning to his thoughtless plain
Beyond the Beyond.