Light Bearer

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,

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 And exhaled the sky Kneel low and now humble.. This unerring wea