Luciferian Man
SEEKING POWER AND WEALTH
Before the darkness the earth entombs,
Like a golden round metaphysical crown,
Holding over the day its sovereign sway,
The setting sun , as supernatural ruler, stirs the events in the clouds moving in unruly ways.
When the bloody men revolt,
The strokes of swords , slashing the throats ,
Deepen the wounds and rip open the villainies of the nature,
In Golgotha,
In the light beautiful as gold,
The vaulting ambitions of man fall and roll,
Drenched in blood in an abyss dark and deep,
The vanquished pass into an everlasting sleep,
Inside the huge bubble, where the earth is entombed,
In the bloody executions,
The decapitated bodies flinch in vain,
The earthly creatures yield to the power washed by the golden rain,
Through sorrow and pain,
The victor wins victory's eternal disdain,
The executioner , who drills with his insatiable will,
And brandishes the sword with unsurpassable skill,
Brings with his acts his own destruction and bane.
O Sun!
Knowing all these, I err.
Like a lion, who knows no bound of his courage,
I fight in battles with unmatched ferocity, that nature has bestowed on me as privilege.
When attacked ,
I shiver in excitement, feeling an ebullient thrust ,
Redoubling the strength in paws and jaws,
Like a ferocious beast of the dark ,
I leap like a thundering gust,
Multiplying my assault where the vanquished welter in blood,
I shine over the victim as the spirit's dazzling star,
And around me the hounds of hell yelp and bark.
When the crowds hail,
My name ply in banners hoisting greatness' innumerable sails,
When I ring the bell,
Masters and lords attend me as fearful cowards of hell ,
What more do I need to make me feel more comfortable and well ?
I can bid all other happinesses farewell.
When the captives praise ,
With commendations the nations and people my sculptures raise,
Titles great increase my honour and wealth,
Feeble men, who depend on my goodwill, pray for my happiness and health,
The reflecting rays from the guillotine blades,
Silence the stronger enemies, who fall beheaded and dead,
A sense of joy temper my heart like steel,
I feel like a ruler of the world,
Who can kill as he wills.
In battles, my heart peeling in thunders wake,
As if, a desire to rule the earth rolls through my mind in lightning's shake,
While my mind in thunders ride,
The victory's clamorous cries as the tempest rise,
The sounds of the light carry the tide,
My spirit fulminates in the sounds of flames.
O indeed! I want to hold this time still,
So that this life can even a greater honour steal!
Like the royal master of the world, whom no power of Heaven and the earth can stun,
I am the child of the dust, who has risen to rule the world under the rays of the sun .
Though , from dusts I am conceived,
From the star the cosmic glory I receive,
Before I fall into the dust
I wish to rise from dust where with human power I would heaven besiege.
O will !
Between God and man,
I am conflict torn,
Sheet out the flames on which this mortal spirit can be borne!
O will ! conflict's free storm!
Unshackled mind's swelling surge !
The mortal life's vivacious urge!
In the baffled stares' lightening touch,
In rain's and wind's flying gusts,
Where the oceans swell and surge,
Resurrect as a titan in my heart,
Carry the soul to Heaven from this mortal sphere as a glow of burning dust.
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