13

 
I'm appalled by my level of anger
it burns me with grief
not for my beliefs but the pain endured to gain wisdom
to understand your love

it hurts knowing that the world is against me
it is you, they are your instruments
each face a reflection of your feelings for me

Father, you had visions and manifestations
of companions that were to come
you created companions how bitterly they let you down
trespassing where they ought not
thinking they were being helpful
teaching the humans secrets of heaven
how dare they?

but Father like Enoch before me
I pray for them
I think those angels were green

jealousy fueled him as unlucky number 13
or Lux Fir or Lucifer as he's known
he sought to destroy your dream
how that must have really hurt
to have your most trusted betray you like that

I'm hurting now with the understanding of your pain
you like any true artist founded from the beginning of the Tree of Life
a way to resurrect your dream and reunite us with you

how those visions of what was to be both delighted you and disturbed
Father, I am full of visions
forgive me when my lips scorn you with misunderstanding

I am traversing hell on your beautiful Earth/Eden
until my soul is ready I will toil
even if that be for another Millenium