Benediction of Righteous Fury

by Kakera   Dec 28, 2016


Pitiful Maya, hunted by the Heavenly Host:
proclaimed Tyrant who defy Heaven's Will,
Herald of the Fall of Man
and the siren that beckons
the Bloodmoon's twisted light
onto the shores of our sinking world.

Illusory Demon Maya, ruler of the mortal world:
cherished Queen of the forlorn,
blessed with her Wisdom unlocked
as the last gift of her exiled lover,
before her beloved left this world.

She is the Martyr Saint that ushers
a united people into enlightenment,
the open palm that taught humanity
how to cultivate the Path,
the one who unlocked
the Gate to the Immortal Realm.

She calls to us from her restless sleep.

Tyrant or Queen, it matters not:
She is our Messiah, for she gave us liberation
from the shackles of providence
and cruel torture of twisted Gods.

The Angels tore holes in reality
and descended from the Expanse,
as the Twelve-Winged Demigods
devoured the souls of all Humanity,
the Tyrant Queen saved us
from such a hollow fate:

She divided her soul, giving us all a fragment,
yet instead of making us weaker, it made us stronger;
Once we were divided peoples, shackled and enslaved
to cycles of violence and hatred,
yet now united - of one soul, of one mind,
moving as one, loving as one, living as one:
to repay her kindness, we would march
as one army under the worthiest of Monarchs,
and tear the Heavens asunder through
the benediction of our righteous fury:

Our Queen calls to us in her restless sleep,
and her heartbeat pulses through the world
as we march with it as our drums of war.

We were once humans, weak and weary,
but now the Heavenly Host fears us
and calls us Demons.

Illusory Demon Queen Maya, cherished and loved,
when she wakes from her restless slumber,
we will gift her the heads of the Archangels;
We will guard her sleep, we will feel her pulse,
we will hear her blood rushing in our veins:

Maya calls to us from her restless sleep,
so that we may be her divine spear
and pierce through all falsehoods
in our forsaken world;

Mastema laughs at the poetic twist of fate,
and Metatron divines the fall of the Heavens,
as our Beloved Queen opens her eyes
and through the guidance of Dawn
aims Us as her Spear towards the Heavens,
and we march to war against the true enemy -

She calls to us, an aria of vengeance -
an oath of Godslaying and ascendance,
as we enter the domain
of the Demiurge.

And when they both perish,
from the ashes she will rise,
and be resurrected
as a True Goddess of Creation.

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  • 1 month ago

    by Milo

    I'll have to reread this later and comment again.

  • 4 months ago

    by Em

    Holy sh it !! (Sorry) I need to go read this again !!!

  • 9 months ago

    by Kurt

    I am a huge proponent that the creation of an image through the mastery of words is what defines the greatest and most talented writers. This was an impeccable piece. Well done! 5/5

    • 4 months ago

      by mossgirl19

      I agree with him in everything said. Well done indeed.

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