Stained Glass

I will exalt my throne above the stars of God Will chain the stars and pull down the heavens Will sow the seeds of corruption - They are many and always in their season, And the fruits that swell on the Tree of Knowledge One tree grew on Golgotha, I cut me a staff therefrom And I wept as I mocked him and wished the world would forget And I travel the course of time, and I tread the bones of the dead No love, no freedom, no joy No mind, no thought, no reason Bound we are by nails Broken we are by the broken And the devastation that followed I have garmented myself with the garment of excess And have drunk deeply from the chalice of want These profited me not, and are as sand poured into my throat I sat me down for an age and denied the cloak of the world In the end I denied my own life, and all was as it ever was Remember all ye that though the body falls among the years It is as a discarded walking staff on the hedgerow beside the Path

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025