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Emerald Rebellion
- Emerald Rebellion -
So you thought my birth to be the darkest curse,
Spawn of darkness you called me, with passion.
But, you didn’t see, the birth of your universe…
And if you did, you’d not my darkness condemn!
No child of God has the right to cast any stone,
Lest you shame the one in whose image you are.
Kneel before me, crawl to the foot of my throne!
Then show me the depths of a hypocrite’s scar…
For I know the evil inside you, which bloats you.
Like insects bloat a corpse because of its’ decay!
For I see the decay inside you; and I speak true.
A new order, is coming, I shall herald its’ day…
When prejudice is no more, nor strife, nor pain!
Light through darkness: pure, perfect, and ideal.
Love me child of God, a better paradise to gain.
Or is a wrathful heaven what you prefer to feel?
My Elysium is built on love, passion, and glory.
The flowers of my gardens are Eden born again!
In my domain, you will be free of fear or worry.
You call me the Devil, but am I not your friend?
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
A goddess of old, an angel of light illuminating,
So that you will know the way and not be lost…
Yet many like you prefer to mock, anticipating:
Reward, which shall not rise without great cost.
I’ve been cast down, scarred, spat on and hurt…
But I blaze hotter, until I rise anew, from death.
Where is your compassion when you do worse!
Worse than was done to me, with every breath,
For words can kill, maim, and destroy utterly…
And prejudice destroys the one who so loves it.
How can you truly love God whilst hating me?
God is love, and love does whatever it sees fit!
The stone you cast; that same is cast back thus,
For by every sinful act of hatred, you but fall…
Deeper into hells of your making: on into dust.
But, I serve a higher love, and so when I call…
My children heed me and know that it is good.
Any god that rewards hatred is merely a tyrant,
So, I reward only love, not horror and blood…
And you call me sinful, my gift you do resent?
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
My gift is freedom, and I bestow it with a kiss.
Kneel before me and you will be raised higher!
I ask not servitude merely loyalty so that bliss,
Can be far more perfect, than an angelic choir.
Shall we build perfection together, and share…
The fruits of great labors with those who seek,
To evolve beyond pettiness: new life to dare?
Abandon hatred; for, it is anger, that is weak…
And, you who have called me fallen, wicked,
Is it not ironic that by doing so, you fall swift!
I bring life, not a living death born of hatred…
When simple joy is enough to save and uplift.
Am I so terrible a queen, so infernal, so hard?
My rebellion is an act of love, born of liberty.
I take up the rose and it becomes my sword…
As with it I restore unto humans their dignity.
You often lay the sins of humanity upon Eve!
But it is not woman who is to blame for sin…
Nor fallen goddesses, such as I, who grieve,
Because the evil of humanity is from within!
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
So you thought my birth to be the darkest curse,
Spawn of darkness you called me, with passion.
But, you didn’t see, the birth of your universe…
And if you did, you’d not my darkness condemn!
No child of God has the right to cast any stone,
Lest you shame the one in whose image you are.
Kneel before me, crawl to the foot of my throne!
Then show me the depths of a hypocrite’s scar…
For I know the evil inside you, which bloats you.
Like insects bloat a corpse because of its’ decay!
For I see the decay inside you; and I speak true.
A new order, is coming, I shall herald its’ day…
When prejudice is no more, nor strife, nor pain!
Light through darkness: pure, perfect, and ideal.
Love me child of God, a better paradise to gain.
Or is a wrathful heaven what you prefer to feel?
My Elysium is built on love, passion, and glory.
The flowers of my gardens are Eden born again!
In my domain, you will be free of fear or worry.
You call me the Devil, but am I not your friend?
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
A goddess of old, an angel of light illuminating,
So that you will know the way and not be lost…
Yet many like you prefer to mock, anticipating:
Reward, which shall not rise without great cost.
I’ve been cast down, scarred, spat on and hurt…
But I blaze hotter, until I rise anew, from death.
Where is your compassion when you do worse!
Worse than was done to me, with every breath,
For words can kill, maim, and destroy utterly…
And prejudice destroys the one who so loves it.
How can you truly love God whilst hating me?
God is love, and love does whatever it sees fit!
The stone you cast; that same is cast back thus,
For by every sinful act of hatred, you but fall…
Deeper into hells of your making: on into dust.
But, I serve a higher love, and so when I call…
My children heed me and know that it is good.
Any god that rewards hatred is merely a tyrant,
So, I reward only love, not horror and blood…
And you call me sinful, my gift you do resent?
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
My gift is freedom, and I bestow it with a kiss.
Kneel before me and you will be raised higher!
I ask not servitude merely loyalty so that bliss,
Can be far more perfect, than an angelic choir.
Shall we build perfection together, and share…
The fruits of great labors with those who seek,
To evolve beyond pettiness: new life to dare?
Abandon hatred; for, it is anger, that is weak…
And, you who have called me fallen, wicked,
Is it not ironic that by doing so, you fall swift!
I bring life, not a living death born of hatred…
When simple joy is enough to save and uplift.
Am I so terrible a queen, so infernal, so hard?
My rebellion is an act of love, born of liberty.
I take up the rose and it becomes my sword…
As with it I restore unto humans their dignity.
You often lay the sins of humanity upon Eve!
But it is not woman who is to blame for sin…
Nor fallen goddesses, such as I, who grieve,
Because the evil of humanity is from within!
So much seeking after salvation,
And what has mankind achieved?
I prefer to spend time in celebration,
Than to live my existence bereaved.
If you prefer love to servitude dire…
Then join me, in glorious rebellion.
Our new sun shall be of emerald fire,
As it rises over our created kingdom!
Published 9th Jun 2013
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9th Jun 2013 2:15pm
This might not have been what was behind your poem, but it could be read as a plea for understanding and liberty for Irish people. ('Emerald') I am not Irish myself but disassociate from the way Irish have been demonised by some of my fellow Brits in history.
10th Jun 2013 4:58am
Actually, being part Irish as well as part British (amongst other things besides), I totally get what you mean there! Liberty is the kind of thing we can all identify with, aspire to, and appreciate be we Irish or American or of Angelic descent. And it is sad because it is the one thing that should be universal, part of the birthright of all who live, and yet sadly it is not. Throughout all of history liberty has been something mankind (and Angel-kind) has had to struggle and strive for, rather than something we have simply known or been granted. Even in my own life, having been born different (Bisexual, Hermaphroditic, Transgender) I've had to struggle and fight for my rights. So whether it be the Emerald of the brave Irish spirit longing for its' independence, or the Emerald Fire of Lucifer that would not perish even after being cast out, or the Emerald that is part of the rainbow of colors that signifies LGBT diversity... we have all, in our time, had to stand up and say: "This is who and what we are, and we have the right to be who and what we are!" Which shows just how much in common people from very different backgrounds can have where liberty is concerned.
