An Advent of Ascension

Part IV: Revelation

I left my cage
Of mortal chains
Firmly behind me,
Free from pains
Of the corrupt, vile world
Which left me scorned
Now fleeting faintly
I had not mourned.
And as if a strike
Of lightning had blazed,
There I was
Completely amazed.
In the throne room
Of He who is Supreme,
Angels of all kinds
Silently teem
With unknowable thoughts
So vast and grand
Yet simple and lame
Before the Right Hand
Who sat beside the Father
Still as a stone
For it was the One
Who for sin atoned.
Clouded in righteousness,
Covered with splendor,
The Creator sat quietly
Of all He was grander.
"Speak," He commanded.
And surely I began,
"O, LORD, I am Yours,
Just a lowly man.
The Earth is plagued
With sin and vice;
None are left
Who are good and precise.
But I, O, LORD,
Am just and right.
I am blameless and cleaner
Than those lovers of the night.
They offend your Creation
With their gangly hands,
Perverting what is good
Across Your perfect lands.
Their presence affronts
The order You made,
Now corruption and hypocrisy
Runs sharp as a blade.
Their deformed trophies
They brandish so proudly
Thinking little of the evil
They promote so loudly.
Lies run rampant,
No one is sincere,
And to every last law
They falsely adhere.
LORD, They don't know You,
They revere themselves on high,
But You know as well as I
That judgment is nigh.
I have watched them
Kill, steal, and cheat;
Thinking little of their crimes,
Yet speaking so sweet
As if they are genuine,
As if the are not ridden
With repugnant, wretched sin
So vainly within.
LORD, I am stronger,
I can bring due damnation,
I have so long known You,
Now let me cleanse the nations.
If I were not
To be used by You,
Then would I not
Have Ascended, too?
I am equal to You,
I will be their god,
Let me create a new world
It shall not be flawed.
I will bring justice
Upon the weak,
The wicked will fall
And I shall speak,
'I am your god!
Know me and hear,
All who do evil
Will bow in fear.
You will pass in darkness
To which you held;
In your final breaths,
Know you have failed.
Twist and fall
Before me, your king,
And away with your evil
I will righteousness bring.'
This, O LORD,
Is my perfect vision,
The purpose You gave me,
Your holy, right decision.
Now, bestow unto me,
And I'll deservedly attend,
Your power, Your strength,
For I shall truly Ascend."
A silence so thick
Fell upon the court
Following my statement
For only a time short.
I was sure to be exalted,
Sure to be granted
The one right reward
I adamantly chanted.
Surely the LORD,
Infinite in wisdom,
Would see that I alone
Could bring forth a kingdom.
I bowed my head
And closed my eyes,
Anxious to receive
The power to rise.
But a low, arid snicker,
Stifled it arose,
Then erupted into laughter,
While the others followed close
Into a bellowing howl
Much to my dismay
For I did not understand
Why they jest at my display
Of true obedience
And humble offer,
Why would such a thing
Warrant the response of a scoffer?
When I lifted my eyes
To look at my Creator,
I beheld so woefully,
Not the visage of my Maker,
Rather, the searing, hot heat
Of fiery, harsh depths,
Jagged rocks beneath
And screams of past-deaths.
Parched I trembled
As ash leeched sweat,
Abhorred I leapt forth
While worms clung yet.
And as if a madman
Had sought my being,
The air choked me
And breaths began fleeing.
Scorched there I lay,
Clasping to animation,
Even so I contemplated
A look at life's abrasion.
Not on a throne of glory
But of obsidian and cinder;
Though clothed in beauty
Sat the first descender,
Cackling together
With his court of demons
The wicked mockery
That against Heaven treasons.
Too weak to ridicule he
That stole me from the One,
I festered with envy
But his vile lips had begun,
"Surely you did not surmise
That you, a simple man,
Could ascend to the Father
And overthrow His hand?
Such is the folly
Of all Mankind,
They seek in their hearts
To govern their mind
With their frail attrition
And feeble soul,
Men are fooled
And easy to control.
Did you awfully believe
In your prideful heart
That God would have used you
To a new world start?
In your contemptuous bosom
Did you truly perceive
That the LORD would enable you
To His power receive?
There is not a one in all
Who can rival His might,
I would know best,
I've lost this fight.
When He cast me down
Into this prison of fire,
He did so because
I tried to rise higher.
And from that time on,
From Eden 'til now,
I know there is none
Who won't one day bow.
You, simple man,
Are not a shred different,
As repugnant as the rest
And hysterically ignorant.
You so aptly detest
Those who do wrong
And point fingers at men
Who love evil's song,
Yet here you are still,
Refusing to look within,
And admit your hubris
Has wrought you in sin.
You are not a god,
You don't deserve reverence,
You've wasted God's gift
And spent life's endurance
Chasing a hopeless dream
Disguised as a holy mission
Designed truly to serve yourself
And boast that you have risen.
Now see your fruits,
The menagerie of lies
That you fed yourself
To justify your demise.
Never were you worthy
To even be in God's presence
And doubly which were that
Of becoming His essence.
Rot in your crimes
And suffer your delusion
Here you will lie,
Forever without conclusion."
As he finished his onslaught
With a glimmer in his eyes,
I took an agonizing gaze
At the ember filled skies.
There I lay silently,
Seething in disdain,
Staring into an abyss
Brimming with pain.
Here I will wait,
For surely I will ascend
Out of these depths
And to my throne attend.