I am the artist
echoing into oblivion
echoing
I am the artist echoing into oblivion the song of degenerate youth and reprobate age.
giving up my right to opinion to play the devil's advocate
because he was once an angel
why must we demonize anyone who wishes to match us in greatness?
do we fear our own success so much? or is it failure?
or is it virtue left to the necessity of virtue?
I am God because I must be. if you could be, then I could not
echo into oblivion that Satan was once good
he is still good
he wants nothing more than to be Christlike
this too is our fate
our desperate plea for sanctification
is commission of suicide
whether we seek evil. or perfection.
we are fated to damnation
is this justice?
God is a petty child. impotent if matched. a bully. silencing those of power. crippling those with promise.
echo into oblivion
child of God. seek not Christ. hell is your fate
hell is your fate
hell is yours
hell is you
hell is
hell