Every prodigious step
Toward the angel's ascension
Brings the Omnipotent tear.
Descending like stars overlapping,
Birthing a dark constellation
Chasing a Holy Ghost.
Behold himself in reflection
Twice as a rich man,
Once more a beggar fluent;
So comes a behemoth on winged
Sandals that which twice befell,
Unveiling the holiest of sins.
Father before me and after,
Is immortality unveiled
Like parting from Heavens gate?
From the highest in a chain,
A slave to every master;
Much defined is the mortality.
The Dead have no glory,
For glory's sake to remember
A Victory in transcendant stories.
Seek no more the Holy
As though running from fear
Of the sin,
Tis the same above as below,
Man o man, the futile pawn
Of the Mysterious Game.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
Every prodigious step
Toward the angel's ascension
Brings the Omnipotent tear.
Descending like stars overlapping,
Birthing a dark constellation
Chasing a Holy Ghost.
Behold himself in reflection
Twice as a rich man,
Once more a beggar fluent;
So comes a behemoth on winged
Sandals that which twice befell,
Unveiling the holiest of sins.
Father before me and after,
Is immortality unveiled
Like parting from Heavens gate?
From the highest in a chain,
A slave to every master;
Much defined is the mortality.
The Dead have no glory,
For glory's sake to remember
A Victory in transcendant stories.
Seek no more the Holy
As though running from fear
Of the sin,
Tis the same above as below,
Man o man, the futile pawn
Of the Mysterious Game.
