Forces of nature, created in light,
turned to destruction, seduced by the night.
Love and chaos, masters of creation.
Both devastating with ones incantations.
Love and faith spawned from human passions,
equally molesting lifes simple fashions.
Hope and blessings, false thoughts of the mind,
corrupted by angels, masquerading as divine.
Moments pass with commitment or obligation,
mocking humanity with false thoughts of consecration.
Devoted partners translate coupling as love,
while rediculously dancing beneath the dark clouds above.
Thoughts of tomorrow, being content in a troubled mind,
trying to keep despair from all of mankind.
Demonic testimonies from mountains so high,
discovering the Master as the truth, I sigh.
Seven sins, no longer surrendering to feeling,
while dragging a carcass beneath blood-stained ceiling.
The gates will open hen the right time does approach.
Legions will break free, on the weak we shall encroach.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~'Abaddon' 2003
