Gloria cicatrices ostenderem peperit  fine dierum~with the immortal QuietusQuill

   
I do not desire to intimidate  
Or mean to come off so intense
 
I am your Goddess my eternal lover whom I war with
we come together then depart
my nature is much like yours...ravenous
 
I enter your ethos with a gentler cause
my love is bestowed upon the humans  
our children who came before are allowed access
they dine off the emotions of homo sapien
sometimes my anger is provoked
though it is in their nature as it is in mine
to feast on the better insecurities
of their seemingly futile desires
 
I have an overseer and a council
ultimately the power is mine  
my first love you are jealous  
over my love of these beings
you challenge me
before there was thought I was
emerging from dark matter
to evolve great dynasties  
 
And into your womb  
I erects monoliths  
that bleed  
dreamcatchers that inhale nightmares and exhale silence  
I split your Grail with ferocious desire  
as you drink my seed  
to bloom an assassin  
to dismantle the grey  
in the talking monkeys  
who have fallen from the  
light-bearers arrogance
 
unto my shame you have proclaimed another eon of war
keep your mistresses and whores
I will raise up a deity--  
to provoke your jealously again and again
from among the humans I shall claim a lover
a God and I will name him King
 
you shall weep at your foolishness
my beauty evolves and transforms
I will leave you locked in the dark ages
eons of tragedy shall befall you
perhaps you will evolve  
dining on your own suffering
 
and within the  
defiled stridulate  
 
may you reap  
the sullen caress  
of the dying collective  
 
as the automatons  
are fodder  
 
pro nobis fetus antichristus