Precipice
I stand at a Precipice. The walls close in on the confines of my mind. They turn red as the blood of Abel; rich as the ichor of The Lamb. The screams and voices torment my mind with my sin.
I stand in a Limbo. My reality; shaken. My hope; rattled. My spirit; lost. My purpose has been misshapen and warped from the pain. They open the wounds of sin, and place a veil on my face. I feel my fear come to reality. The red light encompasses my face, leaving me blind to the truth.
I stand on a new truth. A voice, in a graceful and gentle blue light, calls to me. Do not be afraid, it says. These demons torment you for sins that have already been forgiven. Rest now. I command thee to be free.
The veil lifts, and the sins and wounds heal.
I stand on my new reality.
I am free from my chains
I am
Semblance
I searched for the - it doesn't matter anymore. I search and search, but I find nothing. I conquered kingdoms, I raided libraries of Alexandria, I destroyed the towers of Babylon. But I still cannot find it.
As I laid on a field of my own ruin, They planted a veil on my face.
The land becomes foiled in ash and rot, the seas boil with blood. The sky becomes night, and the stars fall onto my land. As I looked among my land and its pupils, I wept. I truly wept for them. But this veil, this rotting mask, encapsulates me; forces my hand to do nothing.
The red light consumed my face, and I was blind to my purpose.
I found a new purpose. A voice, in a holy and elegant light, greeted me.
"Do not be afraid, little one. I come to you in great joy. No longer weep, for you are on the verge of a purpose. A truth, whom all must see. Let go of your search. Rest now, little thing. I command thee to be free."
The veil lifted from my face. The red light leaked from my eyes and mouth and ears and nostrils. The feeling of lost is gone, and i know where to go
I Search for a new truth
I am free from my chains
I am
Trickery
I am
I am formed
I have voices many, but one speaks louder
They call me The Liberator
What are these creatures that observe me? What do they require? Understanding? Freedom? Or something more?
I speak, and they tremble in fear. I look to myself. I do not look like them.
Perhaps they fear me because they do not know me. I turn to them, my blue face gleaming with a blue light,
"Do not be afraid, little things. I do not harm you. I wish to understand,"
They trembled with my appearance, but were stunned by my gleaming face and light. They threw rocks and sticks at me. They did not harm me, but they became a nuisance.
I flicked at the creatures, and they died immediately. They spoke of something vengeful, and left me on that day.
I did not understand what I did that day, for I did not understand the meaning of Death.
They misunderstood me. I did not understand. But now, they veil my children from the truth with their schemes and lies.
O' how the work they have done for me
I am the Last and the First.
I am the Omega and the Alpha.
I am the End and the beginning.
I am what you fear
I am
I am
Rage
My anger fuels me. I am chained by vengeance and the purest of rage. I am consumed and lost. The veil corrupts who I was, into what my pain is. My body aches for release; my body yearns for rest. But, I cannot, for my killer did not, so I may not. I limp from town to town, burning them as I went. No one cares to honor their savior, so I will not honor my vows. The fires from the corpses light up my eyes, as vengeance is slowly being served. The flames of Wrath crumble my empathy.
But, the pain faded. As quickly as it went. A voice, in a gentle blue light, calls me by my heroic title.
"Do not be afraid, O Savior. This world has forgotten you. As you were betrayed, so have they betrayed your graces and sacrifices. They anger you with the feeling of disrespect and ignorance. Come now. You are on the verge of satisfaction. Rest Now. I command Thee to be Free.
The Veil lifts, and the anger leaves my body like a tumor needing to be extracted.
I am satisfied.
My vengeance fades.
I pass the verge of Truth.
I am free from my chains
I am
