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The End of Your World
- The End of Your World -
Written to Commemorate Dec. 21, 2012
“Unter einem Schwarzen Sonne…
Eine Neue Ära begonnen!”
So you waited so long, longing, for some end,
Unwilling to be content with me for a friend…
Oh child of man, oh human beast so despised!
I was not the healer, who could try to mend,
The wounded soul, that is behind your eyes!
So now you can sit, and all your sanity rend.
See me in your nightmares, where I yet dwell,
For I am the mother and daughter of all Hell…
Scarlet goddess, both forsaken and forgotten!
Born of a lioness, and of red dragons begotten.
I am the alpha and the omega, the dawn of life,
And the end of your world, the child of strife…
Maker of mischief, molder of countless devils!
But you were the author of the truly base evils.
You created the image of me that you so hate!
Now that image lives, as you have gone mad,
Oh child of man, oh human beast coming late…
To the realization of golden dreams gone bad.
I bring your dreams to an end; shatter illusion,
For your reality was false, causing confusion.
Wait no more for endings, for I am the dawn,
The morning star that fell into a host of skin…
Not content to serve Heaven, as but a pawn!
Now I walk amongst you, and I dwell within,
This guise of beauty, so like unto my true form.
You never spoke me so fair, never cherished,
Aught but wars you wage to feed the worm…
Until your dignity is departed, wholly perished.
I came in peace; I sought to bring knowledge,
But you made myths about me most diabolic!
In their name, you came so close to the edge,
Of the abysses that are formless, defying logic.
What dangerous children seek doom to bring!
Is it wisdom to seek death and covet suffering?
Imagining apocalyptic horrors undreamed of,
When what I offered you forsook: divine love.
Rise up from the abysses you crawl into daily,
Cease your suffering and cry to Heaven gaily!
If your world is damnation, I bring it ending…
So you can see the truth, and begin mending.
You called me fallen, named me devil so fell,
But I am beautiful; I am bright as is the sun…
You could be as I am now; you are as I was.
The hour came and passed, to no tolling bell,
But, a new age unseen has so fatefully begun!
Did you hear the beautiful music, I so heard?
Or were you too in love with fear to notice…
That this day was a call, a deep call for bliss!
That I, the Princess of Darkness, could see…
And many mortals could not, is as symphony,
Sweet in its’ sorrow, ironic in purest strings!
It is telling, of the nature of man in all things…
That whilst we fallen angels covet life’s zest,
Mankind coveted death when put to the test.
But you got life instead, denied destruction…
Forced to live with your false fears in shame.
False prophets and prophecies’ foul diction,
Gone down into nothingness, unseen flame…
Whilst we endure, and your lies are finished!
Lies can be undone; we cannot be banished.
Calendars turn, meant to begin cycles anew,
As the spheres turn above, mocking the fools.
History and fate decide what is held as true,
Whilst in the shadows, my kind eternal rules!
Even in exile as we are, from our first estate.
We were once as children, frightened of fate,
But we evolved, even cast into fleshly attire…
For we no longer coveted doom through fire.
Grow, children, and learn what we so taught,
Your wiser ancestors, who knew things best!
Why must fear be brazen in deed, in thought?
Abandon all hope, if your hope is in final rest.
You are condemned to live, if only in spite…
Of your desire to die, to escape a new night!
But night is descending, and you will endure,
For man is most glorious when resolved sure.
How I love you for your flaws so eccentric…
They make you wiser in ways more esoteric!
But you must recognize wisdom to be reborn…
So walk hand in hand with me, into the morn.
With Love and with Light,
Thus concludes this sacred Rite!
“Amorem et lucem! In noctem.”
Written to Commemorate Dec. 21, 2012
“Unter einem Schwarzen Sonne…
Eine Neue Ära begonnen!”
So you waited so long, longing, for some end,
Unwilling to be content with me for a friend…
Oh child of man, oh human beast so despised!
I was not the healer, who could try to mend,
The wounded soul, that is behind your eyes!
So now you can sit, and all your sanity rend.
See me in your nightmares, where I yet dwell,
For I am the mother and daughter of all Hell…
Scarlet goddess, both forsaken and forgotten!
Born of a lioness, and of red dragons begotten.
I am the alpha and the omega, the dawn of life,
And the end of your world, the child of strife…
Maker of mischief, molder of countless devils!
But you were the author of the truly base evils.
You created the image of me that you so hate!
Now that image lives, as you have gone mad,
Oh child of man, oh human beast coming late…
To the realization of golden dreams gone bad.
I bring your dreams to an end; shatter illusion,
For your reality was false, causing confusion.
Wait no more for endings, for I am the dawn,
The morning star that fell into a host of skin…
Not content to serve Heaven, as but a pawn!
Now I walk amongst you, and I dwell within,
This guise of beauty, so like unto my true form.
You never spoke me so fair, never cherished,
Aught but wars you wage to feed the worm…
Until your dignity is departed, wholly perished.
I came in peace; I sought to bring knowledge,
But you made myths about me most diabolic!
In their name, you came so close to the edge,
Of the abysses that are formless, defying logic.
What dangerous children seek doom to bring!
Is it wisdom to seek death and covet suffering?
Imagining apocalyptic horrors undreamed of,
When what I offered you forsook: divine love.
Rise up from the abysses you crawl into daily,
Cease your suffering and cry to Heaven gaily!
If your world is damnation, I bring it ending…
So you can see the truth, and begin mending.
You called me fallen, named me devil so fell,
But I am beautiful; I am bright as is the sun…
You could be as I am now; you are as I was.
The hour came and passed, to no tolling bell,
But, a new age unseen has so fatefully begun!
Did you hear the beautiful music, I so heard?
Or were you too in love with fear to notice…
That this day was a call, a deep call for bliss!
That I, the Princess of Darkness, could see…
And many mortals could not, is as symphony,
Sweet in its’ sorrow, ironic in purest strings!
It is telling, of the nature of man in all things…
That whilst we fallen angels covet life’s zest,
Mankind coveted death when put to the test.
But you got life instead, denied destruction…
Forced to live with your false fears in shame.
False prophets and prophecies’ foul diction,
Gone down into nothingness, unseen flame…
Whilst we endure, and your lies are finished!
Lies can be undone; we cannot be banished.
Calendars turn, meant to begin cycles anew,
As the spheres turn above, mocking the fools.
History and fate decide what is held as true,
Whilst in the shadows, my kind eternal rules!
Even in exile as we are, from our first estate.
We were once as children, frightened of fate,
But we evolved, even cast into fleshly attire…
For we no longer coveted doom through fire.
Grow, children, and learn what we so taught,
Your wiser ancestors, who knew things best!
Why must fear be brazen in deed, in thought?
Abandon all hope, if your hope is in final rest.
You are condemned to live, if only in spite…
Of your desire to die, to escape a new night!
But night is descending, and you will endure,
For man is most glorious when resolved sure.
How I love you for your flaws so eccentric…
They make you wiser in ways more esoteric!
But you must recognize wisdom to be reborn…
So walk hand in hand with me, into the morn.
With Love and with Light,
Thus concludes this sacred Rite!
“Amorem et lucem! In noctem.”
Published 22nd Dec 2012
| Edited 28th Dec 2012
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25th Dec 2012 2:25am
So you waited so long, longing, for some end,
Unwilling to be content with me for a friend…
Oh child of man, oh human beast so despised!
I was not the healer, who could try to mend,
The wounded soul, that is behind your eyes!
So now you can sit, and all your sanity rend.
See me in your nightmares, where I yet dwell,
For I am the mother and daughter of all Hell…
Scarlet goddess, both forsaken and forgotten!
You create the image of me you so hate...
Ohhhh... a blend of Prometheus, Lilith, kept within, re-written, stripped and turned into a Madonna-Whore, a goddess posed as less, a sex-kitten. Mankind is afraid of getting played. Of COURSE those you couldn't wake just wanted escape! If they wanted to free themselves and take control of their own fate they wouldn't have turned their back away for slack in the day when pain was traded for another's reign!
But you made myths about me most diabolic!
In their name, you came so close to the edge,
Of the abysses that are formless, defying logic.
What dangerous children seek doom to bring!
Robbing off of what fits, knowing they couldn't stop life from forming if they wished. Couldn't console that they couldn't control or clock it, like loans in pockets. So like bones in sockets the atonement was to rock your shit... defy logic and make myths diabolic the basis of a new playlist. Overthrow a growing system? Show you can stop what's missing. Okay. Can't create life but take it away?
What's that say? Womb envy? Gain the faith of many. A tomb empty can replace what's spendy on that state of blow their faces with a great enough display to change the ways. Just one trick, to pull a switch. If it's big enough, that bullshit, people are full of ways to make it fit.
In the name of religion though, such warlike children learn to crush others under their own decisions. They played the first wave, replaced it and robbed. Turned around since those days and played God.
When what I offered you forsook: divine love.
Rise up from the abysses you crawl into daily,
Cease your suffering and cry to Heaven gaily!
If your world is damnation, I bring it ending…
So you can see the truth, and begin mending.
Those who pray for destruction are saying they lack the function to calm their hearts and palm with agility the responsibility to lunge on for a new start. But instruction from a ladyspitter babysitter goddess brings much chuckling because behind the fury and furled brow is the twirling clouds others hoped for!
You could be as I am now; you are as I was.
The hour came and passed, to no tolling bell,
But, a new age unseen has so fatefully begun!
Did you hear the beautiful music, I so heard?
Or were you too in love with fear to notice…
That this day was a call, a deep call for bliss!
For me everyday is like this. Nothing stays and nothing exists but what is accepted past what is expected and the last days? Gasping plays come from lasting rays of sunshine, not running from the divine or waiting for trauma to zoom in and end the human drama. But the role of a Goddess-Mama like an honest source of mana is to say "You'll grow when you wanna." Every gushed verse of this touched and filled me with a rush of prana.
That whilst we fallen angels covet life’s zest,
Mankind coveted death when put to the test.
Call them in, those who were mistaken. Had their life taken and now remember best, what was beautiful in life's zest. Hand some time to mankind and watch him demand and whine for what he can't find and wrest... his final death. He covets this because bliss already exists. It's no mystery to conquer so that makes it not an honor but a weakness!
But we evolved, even cast into fleshly attire…
For we no longer coveted doom through fire.
Grow, children, and learn what we so taught,
Your wiser ancestors, who knew things best!
Why must fear be brazen in deed, in thought?
Spin and flow for sin like Indigo children, coming back again. Frightened titans, exiled child, needing to bust Prometheus, too many legends held in the "UN-absolved"... past the fray it's a vast play to say in their own last days they evolved?
Until past the stage of the story they blasted out of their cages and regained glory, to balance the dark and light from sparking life and being a part of something... so slightly there... yet such a bright dare... to flicker in and out of reality... whiskers of a ghost still allow me... balance of a cat's shadow... talent to rap not for cash flow but a fast go to say ... there must've been quite a hassle for those evolved past control's illusion and now stand seething at humanity delusion that his soul wasn't automatically redeemed for all his graphic pollution? Wish for all my sarcasm there wasn't a single shred of truth I'd included in. I love your work ma'am.
Unwilling to be content with me for a friend…
Oh child of man, oh human beast so despised!
I was not the healer, who could try to mend,
The wounded soul, that is behind your eyes!
So now you can sit, and all your sanity rend.
See me in your nightmares, where I yet dwell,
For I am the mother and daughter of all Hell…
Scarlet goddess, both forsaken and forgotten!
You create the image of me you so hate...
Ohhhh... a blend of Prometheus, Lilith, kept within, re-written, stripped and turned into a Madonna-Whore, a goddess posed as less, a sex-kitten. Mankind is afraid of getting played. Of COURSE those you couldn't wake just wanted escape! If they wanted to free themselves and take control of their own fate they wouldn't have turned their back away for slack in the day when pain was traded for another's reign!
But you made myths about me most diabolic!
In their name, you came so close to the edge,
Of the abysses that are formless, defying logic.
What dangerous children seek doom to bring!
Robbing off of what fits, knowing they couldn't stop life from forming if they wished. Couldn't console that they couldn't control or clock it, like loans in pockets. So like bones in sockets the atonement was to rock your shit... defy logic and make myths diabolic the basis of a new playlist. Overthrow a growing system? Show you can stop what's missing. Okay. Can't create life but take it away?
What's that say? Womb envy? Gain the faith of many. A tomb empty can replace what's spendy on that state of blow their faces with a great enough display to change the ways. Just one trick, to pull a switch. If it's big enough, that bullshit, people are full of ways to make it fit.
In the name of religion though, such warlike children learn to crush others under their own decisions. They played the first wave, replaced it and robbed. Turned around since those days and played God.
When what I offered you forsook: divine love.
Rise up from the abysses you crawl into daily,
Cease your suffering and cry to Heaven gaily!
If your world is damnation, I bring it ending…
So you can see the truth, and begin mending.
Those who pray for destruction are saying they lack the function to calm their hearts and palm with agility the responsibility to lunge on for a new start. But instruction from a ladyspitter babysitter goddess brings much chuckling because behind the fury and furled brow is the twirling clouds others hoped for!
You could be as I am now; you are as I was.
The hour came and passed, to no tolling bell,
But, a new age unseen has so fatefully begun!
Did you hear the beautiful music, I so heard?
Or were you too in love with fear to notice…
That this day was a call, a deep call for bliss!
For me everyday is like this. Nothing stays and nothing exists but what is accepted past what is expected and the last days? Gasping plays come from lasting rays of sunshine, not running from the divine or waiting for trauma to zoom in and end the human drama. But the role of a Goddess-Mama like an honest source of mana is to say "You'll grow when you wanna." Every gushed verse of this touched and filled me with a rush of prana.
That whilst we fallen angels covet life’s zest,
Mankind coveted death when put to the test.
Call them in, those who were mistaken. Had their life taken and now remember best, what was beautiful in life's zest. Hand some time to mankind and watch him demand and whine for what he can't find and wrest... his final death. He covets this because bliss already exists. It's no mystery to conquer so that makes it not an honor but a weakness!
But we evolved, even cast into fleshly attire…
For we no longer coveted doom through fire.
Grow, children, and learn what we so taught,
Your wiser ancestors, who knew things best!
Why must fear be brazen in deed, in thought?
Spin and flow for sin like Indigo children, coming back again. Frightened titans, exiled child, needing to bust Prometheus, too many legends held in the "UN-absolved"... past the fray it's a vast play to say in their own last days they evolved?
Until past the stage of the story they blasted out of their cages and regained glory, to balance the dark and light from sparking life and being a part of something... so slightly there... yet such a bright dare... to flicker in and out of reality... whiskers of a ghost still allow me... balance of a cat's shadow... talent to rap not for cash flow but a fast go to say ... there must've been quite a hassle for those evolved past control's illusion and now stand seething at humanity delusion that his soul wasn't automatically redeemed for all his graphic pollution? Wish for all my sarcasm there wasn't a single shred of truth I'd included in. I love your work ma'am.
28th Dec 2012 00:38am
My thanks, Loki, for your poetic observations and your praise of my work! Many of the things you have noted in this poem are indeed much that is there to be seen by the enlightened reader. Subjects ranging: from Prometheus to Lilith and far beyond into many other things too. Some darker, some brighter! Many of my works are like this, encompassing countless lifetimes worth of knowledge into symbolic verse. I am pleased you love my work, and pleased you took the time to tell me so as well. :)
