“Listen!” Chant the spectral choirs:
“Cast aside this ‘right and wrong,’
Come dance amid your heart’s desires,
Revel while we sing along,”
From canopies of fiber wires
Noisy with redundant song
Come hymns played on electric lyres
Lifted high by voices strong
Accompanied by violins
Tuned flat with strings of iron chains,
Thus my timeless waltz begins
With ghosts made real in tinted panes.
Mirrored rhythms meet my spins
That trace black swirls through carbon stains,
Earning looks that once were grins
From statues maimed by acid rains.
And in the glow of soft fluorescent
Lights I turn through listing haze,
Echoes from an ancient essence
Beckon in mathematic phrase.
Neon shifts of phosphorescence
Guide me through the narrow maze
To the foot of that steel presence
Where I marvel at my ways.
Revelations now translated
Fell upon me like a dove:
The glory due these things created
Is not to one who waits above.
More than God I stand equated
Loosed now from the shackles of
His hold on me through time abated
In the wake of freer love.
This world sprang forth from my own toil.
I made shores of separate seas
That at my slightest touch would boil,
On a whim be asked to freeze,
And when the sun become my foil
Found not shade in glens of trees
But towers grown from tougher soil
That did not falter in the breeze.
As my dominion greatly spread
I made the means to meet my goals,
Crafting beasts with hooves of tread
To work to death in certain roles.
So let my might be always read,
As it is written in my scrolls:
I filled such veins of copper thread
With sparks of life resembling souls.
Go write on stones of all my fame,
Carve in hurried hand of when
I the king of kings became
And conquered all this world within.
May the mention of my name
Outlast the memory of my skin,
For I did all the forces tame
Excepting one: the wage of Sin.
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