Spirit that dwellest where
Beyond the tides that boundary life & death
The terrible eternity which we feel
Thy messenger is known to me
But what shadows of spirit?
Too soon ascend thy empire
As in winged blasphemy
the secrecy of knowledge be thy embassy
The immoral ambition,
all destinies cast aside the masons cliff
Stand alone and upon chaotically placed stepping stones
Above all the Gomorrah,
the sovereign that which the world wished to never know
He who strides the diadem left by those left behind thy gates.
Now are thoughts that shall not banish,
Those awaiting their judgment
Mocked by the wraparounds of the beasts curling tails
Thrown asunder into the depths of seven possible hells
The crown under the darkness filled with power and pride
Of no glory the world wishes ever to know.
