The Stranger

The sleeper awakens
 To an estranged abode
 Aeons ensconced in Cimmerian shade
 A cherub defrocked unearths true grace
 Shield my eyes from the light
 Innocent retinas deserve no such torture
 It derives from hominid hands
 The greatest sin of all; a ruse for feeble minds
 We are the Philosophers of Grime
 Sovereigns of creation,
 Eternity ornate
 Tending threads with the Fates
 Fuck all the angels
 Heaven torn down
 By frail convictions
 Mercy begged through twisted benedictions
 Not indiscriminate malevolence
 But reason's new dawn
 Stripped of ancient sins
 We flirt with the shroud of infinity
 Tempting utopia
 We bend not but with the cosmic winds
 We are sons of the stars
 To each, divinity; unfathomable acuity
 The only darkness, a freedom from malicious light
 Oracles of the vermillion sunrise