Behold!
They crusade to crucify,
not for Christ,
but for the idols of their own reflection.
They lift high His name,
yet their hands drip with blood,
even as the Son healed
the hand raised against Him.
Lo! I saw them,
casting crowns unto themselves,
bowing to no altar but their own desire.
They apostatize Divinity,
dragging the Eternal into the mire,
turning the Infinite into clay,
sculpted in the likeness of tribe and pride.
They built temples of stone
where truth is not defended,
only membership,
Christendom in place of Christ!
And the heavens shook,
and the veil was torn,
and the Spirit fled their walls of doctrine.
Thus says the Lord of Silence:
all is permitted to them,
so long as they are faithful,
not to God,
but to the iron law of their Church,
never to the Spirit of
the Living Flame.
