Who would have thought this to be?
Life ceased by thee’ who subdues me.
Dark, stormy eyes match dark, stormy skies.
Foggy with power is he who will be devoured.
Old man Lucifer lays his breath upon thee.
Founding the cause of this illusion.
His superficial need to deliver the rebellion to the great communion.
The ultimate union.
Drink my blood, said he. How grotesque.
Omniscient in words, powerless embodying the world.
Exchange his light for careless might.
It will be forthright, black and white.
No longer will you see your majesty upon his steed.
But a ruler, plump with glutinous greed.
Seven times rolled over.
Mystery tangled with misery.
Laying the foundation of gates, the reality of fate.  
Christianity, born of insanity.
Follow his plan.
Or die, lying in exodus.
It’s time to exit, thus, jump.