Presence II

Corridors of pain and hallways of glory
 Covered by the mist of artificial reason
 Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind
 For through untold worlds
 A new revelation shall come
 Through my wounds, through my scars!
 Razors be paths within the maze
 With each cut deeper, onwards to Kether
 To crown the atrocity
 ...Presence!
 Of second word coming unto flesh
 Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man!
 A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out.
 A divine challenge! Consiousness at stake.
 Merge!
 A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs
 Resistance is futile, but how delightning
 Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting
 Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity
 Far beyond the safe borders of madness
 A new sight through undead eyes
 Perception distorted so sharply
 So the true light shines through all of the known