Of Nails and Sinners

("I know that without me God cannot live a moment; If I am destroyed He must give up the ghost" Angelus Silesius) I beseech you, God to whom many sinners pray From the depth of the dark abyss where my heart fell Expelled I was from your tedious grace to the pits of hell So can please cease to deplore my opposite, may only way For aeons I descended down Till I saw the dreadful truths of which man wouldn't know I, degraded bearer of thy sacred light - to which I never again will bow When I rise to avenge myself with darkness The anger of the damned shall flow I was cast out by the retinue of angels weak Shone to the few who me would seek A rebel I was, radiant my glow, afar, My wisdom fathomed by the morningstar And O your fools, in herdlike fright, stampede And when creation falls, you must build anew, With nails that sting My hands - They grow pa*sionate on a lie But You know the veracious one was I