The Second Music of Creation

As Morgoth was landing high,  
in his snowy fortress reigns,    
above Angband's starry sky,    
he silent did remain...    
    
He started singing in tears.....    
at the top of his dreams,  
Where it was raining; hear
how it sounded in gleams.  
     
and it went on...:    
     
"I forgot that I might see    
So many beautiful things    
I forgot that I might need    
To find out what life could be    
     
Beautiful things    
     
Take this happy ending away    
It's all the same    
God won't waste this simplicity    
On possibility    
Get me up, wake me up, dreams are filling    
This trace of blame    
Frozen still I thought I could stop    
Now who's gonna wait?    
So many beautiful things    
So many beautiful things    
     
Now what do I do?    
Can I change my mind?    
Did I think things through?    
It was once my life    
It was my life at one time" (quote from BXVUTIFUL THINGS - MYSTXRIVL)    
     
So he flew away in quiescence,  
as a vampire pouring blood    
from his teeth as holy essence;  
his aqueous mantle to flood 
     
the region with icy snow,   
falling stars from cosmic cloak    
and who could ever know    
the Earth would kindly soak    
     
in a subtle, gentle layer    
where he instilled  
wishes and promises, aware  
as a God good-willed...    
     
All the episodes he spent  
in Angband's lonely fields,  
now they emptily condemned  
in silence his ideals.  
     
Terrain too dry and lifeless,  
only capable of draining,  
provocateur of Arda's zest,  
tuning identities; changing.    
     
For synchronicity does run    
between the time corridors,    
space can grow in shunned    
isles, clusters, rivers... doors.    
     
So he found himself before    
a surprising portal that opened;    
it lead him to the ancient lore    
and beyond belief, it happened.  
     
Entering, he felt inspired,  
while he mercy missed,  
observing Middle Earth's shires    
and their history so kissed.    
     
Suddenly, new Music nascence,  
and grieving, Eru Uttered "Closure!"  
The First Sound holds steady Patience  
and there it was... the song's disclosure.  
     
"Thou shalt have no other Gods    
Before me    
Estas volando (despertad)    
Estas volando    
Estas volando (despertad)    
Estas volando    
And God said, let there be light, and there was light    
God called, the light day    
And the darkness, he called night    
The power, and, the glory...    
Glory, glory, glory    
Despertad, despertad, despertad, despertad, despertad...    
Thou shalt have no other Gods, Before me    
Estas volando    
Estas volando " - Shinnobu "Of Return to Mysticism"    
     
Instantly, the song awaited,  
shaped their Works as consequence,  
what the figures had created    
while acting out; new cognisance.  
     
Yes, another God indeed,    
you shan't have before me;    
as a Local Son, I forbid;  
for I am Fathering Thee.    
     
What a feeling for the blackened malice  
that dwelled in the void of chaos...    
What did its shadows pour in the chalice    
... indeed for the Unbegotten's clause?    
     
Did you seek the Flame Eternal,   
was it nowhere to be found?    
Was it outside the Spark Paternal  
that you naturally owned?  
     
The void, oh Morgoth dear,    
is the primary unmanifested,    
the very first tissue, so hear,    
should it really be infested?    
     
Did you truly understand    
what defines the state of God?    
It's respect for lower men  
that you can abuse but do not.  
     
God cannot at all be reached,  
without compassion; no hate;  
and the blackest one, the pitch  
of darkness is the Plane to create.  
 
His presence, it is always there;  
He is the Unfathered, He Exists,   
so rejoice immortality and share    
with equals eternity's bliss...!    
     
And when you finally hear it;  
your destiny you're meant to face;  
the depth of nights, their very spirit;  
Goth cathedrals and the cosmic space.  
     
Did you feel it, when you uttered    
"Let it there be: My Light!"    
were they worth it, battles shattered    
as it's not about the dual fight?  
     
day and night are just expressions  
of what was more compressed before;    
even spiritual forms are possessions,   
already separated from the core....    
     
Did you feel the despair?  
The hope, once having reached it?  
The Creating Flame, so dare    
be a God of Forms, Unique With    
     
Your own experience gathered;    
after You swirled under the crown    
the divinity that was fathered    
in Eru's first attempt, oh fragment son...    
     
Now that your crimes weigh down    
your burdened heavy obedience...  
Do you just blissfully shine and awe  
 the New Christic achievements...?  
     
Vibrations of pitched down sounds,    
homogenous, so alive and causating,    
the Ainur, the Maia and all the called ones    
start singing .... The Second Music of Creation!  
   
"Ever since he can remember people have died in his good name    
Long before that September    
Long before hijacking planes    
He's lost the will he can't decide    
He doesn't know who's right or wrong    
But there's one thing that he's sure of this has been going on too long" - BL▲CK CEILING - Girl Money