Psalm of Darkness
Rise, O Sun of Darkness. A dawning soul awakens tonight. Consumed by fear. Consumed by hate. Consumed by your ever-changing, twisting fate. A rhyme; a hymn; a song to thee. Destroy the good that used to be. And now it's yours; the lifeless heap. To control like the marionette at the end of puppeteer's string. Make him steal and make him kill; make him evil and bend his will. Like the pheonix born from ashes, his former life is destroyed, leaving a shell as hollow as the waiting grave. But there will be no grave for him, only an empty life. And who should command it but you, the one true Darkness? Born in all and alive in few, you make him who is to be. You rob him of his past and darken all his future. You make only the present be. And the present is all he needs. For your power is eternal, and your taste is enduring. The sight of your awe is captivating and you reign forever. Amen.......