Storm

 

 

In this box that we’re in

Lightly sprinkled with sin

Comes apart at the seams

Like fairyland dreams

It weighs not an ounce

As it rolls with a bounce

With hardly a sound

It lands on the ground

Causing doubt and confusion

As it weaves its illusion

 

Let us pray night and day let us pray

 

Adam and Eve

All clothed and aggrieved

Full of shame and disgrace

For what they’ve done to their race

Tie the box with a rope

Forsaking all hope

They throw it downstream

To be lost in a dream

As it sinks in the mud

It’s stained with their blood

 

Let us pray night and day let us pray

 

Whirlwinds, trickster jinn’s

Pastel lights, Godless nights

Time begin, time begun

The string is cut, the rope undone

Crucifixion, benediction

Nightmare feast, waiting beast

Adoration, supplication

Surrender to heaven be captured in hell

In this box that we’re in

Lightly sprinkled with sin

 

Let us pray night and day let us pray

 

(from Eves “book of lamentations”)

 

 

SHADOWS, MIRRORS AND LOST DREAMS

 

VI

 

 

In the city of shadows, where nightmares live, “The Great Lords of the Damned”were summoned to Lucifer’s encampment, to give and receive counsel concerning heavens encroachment against the lower worlds, and to strategize on what method of counterattack they needed to employ  against paradise, and the angelic forces aligned with Lucifina-GODS favored Child.

 

One by one the twelve great lords were received with great pomp and ceremony by Lucifer’s Herald and closest companion, The Lord Gabriel.  After the amenities were done, he proclaimed:

 

Welcome Brothers, Let this assembly begin. Feel free to speak your concerns and offer any advice or council that you think is warranted. The Morningstar is in meditation and will grace Us with His presence when He sees fit; but for now- I am his ears. The bell is rung; it’s now begun!

 

The Archlord Michael was the first to speak:

 

The tree of life is spreading its roots through the lower worlds, uncorrupting what we have corrupted. Soon it will beat our very gates; inflicting God’s fire on our already burnt and broken remains. We must cut the root before it cuts us, for if we do not, we will then be nothing more then lapdogs at Lucifina’s whim.

 

A roar of anguish spewed from their bellies upon hearing of this coming doom

 

And when the lords grew silent, the Dark Lord Uriel, rose from where he sat and in a guttural whisper said:

 

What is the purpose of these new things of GOD that were made out of Times cloth; Cut from Lucifer’s bones, but yet still possess spirit made from heavens weave. Are they to be our new masters, making us beg and grovel for crumbs while they bask in the Glory of GOD. Are they to be our judges, handing out punishments for our perceived sins against GOD. What do they know about suffering? Pain! Despair! Betrayal! What right have they to GOD’S ear while our own prayers remain unanswered. It is they who should bow down before us. It is they who should know hunger, fear, and desolation. I say we act now! We break through the walls of paradise and burn all with the black fire that burns within our rotted souls. And than they shall know what corruption is. And when we blacken the land, we shall than plunder their bodies with

our seed and make our own paradise.

 

The lords cheered at these inspired words, and salivated at the thought of remaking

paradise…

 

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The Archangel Gabriella stopped singing in mid-song. Images and fragments of a dark

melody played on her waking thoughts. She grew afraid:and yet she could not stop listoning. And a longing started to grow;

for her to be reunited with that voice that was once her own.

 

 

 

In the darkly gloaming shadows

the dying lay screaming

battered and bleeding-

there loved ones stand weeping

wailing and pleading

for something is coming-

needing and feeding

as death stalks its victims in merciless  flight

 

 

 

Falling, falling, down, we go

 

Falling, falling, nothing to show

 

Falling, falling, forever the flow

 

Falling, falling, Not We,   NO! NO! NO!

 

 

 

In the dawning twilight moonlight

the fallen lay beaten  all bloodied and worn,

lost in the shadows no sleep for the damned.

Hunger is gnawing forever we’re falling

to hell we are going; a desolate  wasteland

Our love is forgotten turned sour and rotten

into the mud we sink in our hate

 

 

 

Time is forever, forever and ever

 

No sleeping, just thinking, thinking and sinking

 

Hunger appalling, forever it’s gnawing

 

To GOD we are calling, never to answer, forever we’re falling

 

 

 

In the nightfall slowly closing

darkness recedes from  the beckoning light

the fallen go crawling on shriveled sore bellies

seeking dark refuge from luminosity’s might

the dawn is approaching , the flowers are blooming

a skylark is singing , the sun wakes from slumber;

but deep down and under, in dimness and darkness,

the cry of the fallen will forever be heard.

 

(Gabriel’s Mating Song)

 

 

Gabriella wanted to hear more; which made her ashamed.

 

 

 

All was not well in Paradise….

 

 

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