Fallen

Fallen…enthralled in a pyre

This world is ablaze, and I dwell in its hellfire.

Tween the coals of rapture, I am what I inspired

I hope that I can control the necessary logic

to stop something in my heart I deemed catastrophic.

 

With my sonorous pen, my thought crafts and scribes

Knowing you can’t hear me, or of my diatribe,

my beliefs were adorned on old fashioned pages,

how lightning goes to ground but always engages—

 

and my words bold yet fleeting, tend to dissipate,

And you’ll forget them once more and revisit the hate.

Then gradually it will dissolve, the conception of us,

‘til the memories no more are judged as superfluous.

 

My world is on fire, enthralled in a pyre,

Razed to God are the pleasures that I once aspired

Laid out are the fragments of those since broken dreams,

near the sickly abortions of my own righteous means.

 

Abortions that hinder to souls, how sycophantic,

Entrapped in the falsehood, lost in the panoramic

The scene was parochial, so narrow and blind,

Two concepts since realized by my ignorant mind.

 

While kings and queens on thrones sat in fractured glass,

Astray I was led, to pleasures I should have passed,

but plunged from the nest, like a bird heeding death,

I was free from my refuge, from my pre-owned breath—

 

In arrogance I proclaimed for all to have seen,

That “I was their god, and there was no god but me.”

But, He is unnamable, it comes with the name

He has no ancestors from which He holds claim.

 

And I had forgotten, amidst all this drama

this haven of deceit, my worldly nirvana.

That place I created, imperfect and flawed

my shames, my designs, where the devil applauds.

 

Amidst all the turmoil my discord with the big guy,

the finest disciple I was not, to pass across His eyes,

I doubted my faith when He asked to quash fires,

So with the rain falling, I welcomed His pyre.

 

As worlds soon collided and life then unraveled

In a parade I had started, on a road yet untraveled,

Again I was crawling, and to not yet have walked,

It’s been days, maybe years and we still haven’t talked.

 

I was pompous and foolish, ungrateful, a wretch,

My faculties stunted, my mind was a sketch –

‘twas then I had yielded with demons, creative I was,

I garnered them angels and said just because.

 

Because I could make them, a child still today

With gardens of knowledge and fruits on displays

I wrapped them in dermis and gave them a voice

I showed them to siblings to hear them rejoice

 

I told them be weary these fruits were a test

To see if they listened to see if they pressed

I granted them knowledge which came out of trees

I said they could use it as much as they pleased.

 

My keepers were boorish, unwitting toward life

My mind was just love, yet spawned only strife.

I demanded the good to liken the bad

I needed their smiles to surmount all the sad.

 

It was those endeavors that I’ve failed at before

All the future surrenders that I planned to endure.

I needed their blessings, and I needed their care

I needed my God to acknowledge I’m there.

 

But I see why He shuns me, I copied His throne

I made myself bigger, I made myself known.

You may not have known me but I’ve been here before

I live in your hearts and I’ve come to your door.

 

I thought I was special, His favor I had.

But who in the hell would want God as their dad.

I played in the kingdom but alas I was caught

The wings he would banish, would fracture my thought.

 

I breathe now in wind storms and walk upon earthquakes,

and smite His existence though I bear all His namesakes.

He wants me to test you, to give you a hope

To see if in anguish, with Him, you could cope?

 

I am not like His aeon, I am greater than most

I once led His army, I once led His host.

I am not His lapdog; I am not His saint

I am not His proctor, I have no restraint.

 

This world I have fashioned, a falsehood, a hoax

Behind all the cloud lines my throne up in smoke.

They hid me from platforms and slowly I knew

With the snap of my fingers this world comes unglued.

 

So welcome to fauna a copy of Eden

a poor man’s appraisal of heaven by demon.

Whatever you see is completely a fraud

in part or in thanks to you envious god.