Godess grant me Death or desire: Satan led  assault on the citadel

I stand weary among overrun ruins  
in a temple of the moons combustible crescent  
built  
for a godess who abandoned her throne  
 
now a cenotaph  
 
"MAUSOLEUM, MAUSOLEUM!"  
she cried out  
 
"SUSTAINER OF THE UNIVERSE!  
PARADISE WAS NOT LOST BUT FOUND!  
IN WORDS ANGELS DO NOT ADDRESS OTHER ANGELS, BUT WITH A GLANCE GUILDED IN GOLD! WORKING WINGS WEIGH HEAVY ON CLOUDS PAINTED MICHELANGELO!  
 
the chandeliers were on fire  
and the thrones were mean't to be overthrown  
spilling blood and bowel  
 
God has sovereignty over this kingdom of men  
we grew arrogant as Belshazzar at his feast  
so convening in Pandæmonium now  
 
we shut out the world to our inner feelings  
closed off invisible  
these dreams they froze solid  
not supple but fragile  
thin  
 
for what is faith if not frostbitten preying at the pews to be tested  
4 chambers of the heart  
holding on to these wordly posessions  
pretending it will never end  
 
renounce these articles of faith  
we're all here because aliens fucked a monkey  
so the Christians stormed off fuming  
the agnostics laughed and laughed  
 
so we still stood weary among overrun ruins  
the whole time knowing  
we were the raging siege of weapons  
never to withdrawl