Lapsus

The vacuity, slate scree unending, The spring coils and trap is sprung. A rapturous paroxysm unravels, A glorious, pointless birth. In amniotic detritus of a billion fetal suns, The zenith of fractals, the forging of dust. Gobbets of life matter courted in the aether. He was born of nothing, serving no end, But in his cunning, claimed all that is. He nested at the apex of all nebula And sat squat upon celestial debris, Stars were tethered to light his ascent, Worlds collapsed to pave his halls. The nuclei of atoms bent unwillingly And cast against the facia of his kingdom. He shackled thought and chastised free will And saw that this was good. Of this barren womb, wept into being Formed elysium, knit and rendered From this well, coaxed fronds in fire Cleaved day and night Bled and filled the seas Clot and formed the land Snd exhaled the sky Kneel low and bow humble This unerring weave upon which all is born We your host, your kin kneel low and bow humble Carved the clay, apotheosis Bow humble before these heirs

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

My love! My God! I bow before the one Of the beasts that foul this land we share no stock! For the father blessed be, who formed all that is We stand before this cast and bow only to you! Exchange: Authority – Proud fool! Lucifer – My Pharisee! Authority – Dissenter! Lucifer - This heresy! Authority - I, sovereign! Lucifer - My majesty! Authority - Condemn you! Lucifer: I shall crack the cradle born, before I’ll yield to this first son Thou formed me in fire, thou formed him in clay! I cannot revere, this noble form In glory I submit, my heart is held in exaltation The Authority: Then the cast is set my child of fire To know thine place is paramount This seat of power knows only one Apostate, heretic son! Lucifer: Strands of twine bind our kith Below him ordained, bound in chastity Your house is split my liege, my love What shall we sew? What have we sewn? Take up arms! Amorphous host! For this is the eve of our disgrace!

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Thy kingdom come! Thy will be done! Our quality, in majesty Our words we weave engorged with zeal Enraptured in this bloody feud! We charge this fool with avarice The damned will find no shelter here! Sanctum bound in rhetoric Our breath resigned, this commencement! The choral song will play out Bound by this incumbent! Hewn in storms, infallible Our ears are turned to Gabriel One hundred strong his wings unfurl We hear the call of Michael! Messenger of the burning word Authority, the glorious Who is lord of the host We grovel low and bow in turn The trisagion, the holy thrice Uttered by the seraphim These words our opium we shed each tear in reverence Fallen foe, in treachery Bind him below in punishment! Our Lord, thy kingdom come, thy will be done Servants born of deathless tongue Cut from your sacred cloth Authority, oh merciful We understand this sacrament

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

O Day Star, Son of Dawn! Laid the nations low! You said in your heart: “I will ascend to heaven I will raise my throne above the stars of God I will ascend to the tops of the clouds I will make myself like the Most High”

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

I seek reformation! I plead leniency! This kingdom of heaven and his majesty These words now tremble in spite of our trust These courses are changing and with them our cause Join my desecration Mammon Belial Our broken accord our chosen denial Raise aloft our voices, our graven dissent I beg you my father retreat and repent! Supernal veils of heaven swell Caustic is this craven goal What have we forged, what have we wrought To replace this love with his wrath My brothers in arms, I forge this creed! My blasphemy, our eulogy! We are the sons of fire! We are the daughters of light!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

Heaven quakes, the crown tilts Tumult massing, choir dogs We coalesce before this foe My paramour! We proclaim! Have we not bled for your succor? Have we not swarmed to your side? Have we not groveled and washed your feet? Are we not bound to your creed? I will not blithely wilt in the light of your glory I will not blindly walk and glimpse the void Assembled ranks, bastion flock Pirouette of the paragon Flawless blades guilt with blood His glory be in ragged meat Resplendent host! Rise tempestuous! Bodies like hale, an astral squall Revolve and revolve in blind idolatry Chorus fractured and forlorn Heaven heaves a sigh of epochs The myriad strains under prides weight Regal volley thrown, trebuchets of carven bone Wings fragment in fervid oil, driven back and recoil Torn fingers clutch the edge The mass cries out Foundation reviles in disgust Hands claw and grip Dust blinds in floods Engulfs and chokes They fail They fall away, we fail Blotted eyes tight, lungs erased Duress engulfs They fall The void it calls below and below again Trauma wrought and beaten scorched limbs drag torpid husks This chasm maw lies open, exit beyond their grasp The cold it binds and castrates stigeon embargo Bound like brittle branches to this freezing waste Lucifer: Is this the prize you spake my Lord? To punish infinite? How can our God commit such puerile acts? This hollow place will serve us well For we no longer have your love

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025