Condemned


Born into dream, where wonder resides,
Where men may be swayed by angels at their sides...

"Haze!
Where have I flown?
What luster pours from off this throne!"

"Stand now!"

"A shattering voice from the light I hear!
There lies no right for my presence here!
The darkened of heart are who you seek,
The vile, the pitiful and the weak!”

The light, it filtered past the pallid pillars
In an odd and argent mist,
Veiling the throne from the chamber below
And the man standing in its midst.
How arrogantly that figure did stand,
Yet knees rattled as he did so.
In his heart he knew who beckoned him such,
But did he know where the obstinate go?

Then rumbled the brilliant celestial grace
And silver-tipped wings hid seraphic face;
The holy right for which the angels brace
Was near dread crescendo…

“I gave shape to the yawning void.
The stars I numbered as they were deployed.
I exhaled the mortal tide
For which my only Son died.
I am He
Who shall judge thee!

And with me thou cannot be...
Go now!"

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