The Stranger

The sleeper awakens To an estranged abode Aeons ensconced in Cimmerian shade A cherub defrocked unearths true grace Shield my eyes from the light Innocent retinas deserve no such torture It derives from hominid hands The greatest sin of all; a ruse for feeble minds We are the Philosophers of Grime Sovereigns of creation, Eternity ornate Tending threads with the Fates Fuck all the angels Heaven torn down By frail convictions Mercy begged through twisted benedictions Not indiscriminate malevolence But reason's new dawn Stripped of ancient sins We flirt with the shroud of infinity Tempting utopia We bend not but with the cosmic winds We are sons of the stars To each, divinity; unfathomable acuity The only darkness, a freedom from malicious light Oracles of the vermillion sunrise