When the Angel of Death extends his wing
And Heavenly stars fall into their black holes;
And Angels no longer sing;
When Mountains to dust once more descend
And the Stain of Original Sin eviscerates the soul;
When breath of Man is sucked from his great chest
And His hopes and joys are laid to eternal rest.
Then shall our eyes, in one final moment, see
It’s all been a Celestial mockery! To wit:
Life has been damned from the beginning
And meaning is but a vaporous fog that leads nowhere.
Christ wasted upon Roman cross, yet the wooden nails pierce us all;
we the lost and faceless children of Golgotha.
While God, the coward, dances to hopeless praise
And we, our feet planted in jagged stone,
Give way to bended knee and broken bone
At last falling upon bleeding palms! And mutter thus:
Oh God! Oh God! Why have you forsaken me?
When I have betrothed my life, my heart and soul to thee;
The free will that you’ve given me recoils beneath your vengeful rod.
Blighted love, as fire rages through Eden’s gates,
His Celestial image consumed in the belly of the snake;
We, the children of Adam, cursed and abandoned
Have stormed Heaven and cast God to earth
And locked Him in temples…worshiping His bones.
Will not the Saints in pious verse compose
His holy eulogy? Lay granite praise upon His
Grave, and silence these babbling Prophets!
The warm embrace of Hell awaits the faithful
And the wretched alike; Heaven is but a cloudy
Cauldron pouring souls into a molten sea;
Feathers floating downward from the torn
Wings of the Heavenly Host.
Fate draws the darkened veil upon mankind
and the gates of paradise, with resounding contempt,
slam profoundly shut.
I’m bowed and broken, unrepentant
Lived my life a devoted bacchant
Stumbling through with no direction
Numb to love and all affection
Drowned what courage might have been
In weekend bouts of liquid sin
I sought a higher caste, I swear
The richness was too much to bear
Locked within damnation’s chains
I’m lost within my pain and shame
My servitude extends eternal
My destiny, it seems, infernal
My path to hell is clearly cut
Redemption’s door soundly shut
I will not beg for a better end
My life was mine alone to spend
The flames lick with an insatiable hunger,
caressing the trembling bodies with
a burning desire, a hungering flesh-lust.
Screams of the damned echo off the torched,
blackened wall of the death pit.
Sobs of the desolate are drowned
beneath the deafening roar of hissing fire.
Tears streaming from their cheeks; flowing rivers
of pain and hopelessness, are transformed
in an instant into scorching puffs of acid
steam, rising mercilessly to scald their
In the acrid smoke-filled antechamber,
a hollow, mocking laugh belches forth,
washing over this pathetic symphony
The cries of the cursed abate,
knowing, not in thought, but in pain
that all that has preceded their
meaningless existence before now
is nothing more than an erotic appetizer,
whetting the ravenous hunger of
some dark, malevolent entity
lurking in the shadows of their
“You are mine,” It whispers in a voice
which chills, despite the ocean of flame
“We are Yours,” they answer, with a
wisdom borne of relentless mourning.