Better to rein in hell!
Better to rein in hell
Heart in hand passed to the clasp of
pain
In a dark lowland that set bad blood
in veins
Burning like penal fires roused to stain
The jagged-toothed skyline braced
with crosses
The golden dawn
Lay lost to mist where
Emboldened thorns
Made their bed with toppled stones
He closed His eyes
Sunken to dream there
Of crow-black skies
And a great white empty throne
Horror stalked the bilious fogs
That balked His vision
He licked the spittle from the cheeks
of the way
And drifted back to when His stung
it’s target
The sneer of Michael on a glorious
high
Of angel dust and Virtue by His Side
Drowning in the past
That downfall seemed like yesterday
Through blurred moons passed
As enemies in high places laughed
Moved to mirrors cracked with heavy
lines
He rose snowblind, through shifting
sands of time
Erased the trace and taste of bitter
wines
The grapes of wrath grew fat on the
vein
She came to Him
A little whip of tantrums
Thrashed on velvet skins
That lined Her wishbone Henge
Her name was Sin
A warming spurt of mantras
Splashed on occult tongues
That whispered sweet revenge
For the shame of their crawl from
grace
Cold and hollow as the grave
And for rape and a ruinous scourge
Spared for souls that had shared
God’s worship
For now their throats coated notes
with dirge
That poured from parapets to the pits
below
Drowning in the past
A wretched scream like yesterday
Died at last
With the rising of the revenant dark
All sharpened claws and blunt discharge
“I shall bow no more to the dogs of
the Lord
Tearing at my carcass heart
I shall fall to my knees only at the
keyholes
Of virtue slipping into bondage
mask……
Freewill made me better to rein in
Hell”
And with new wings
Unfurled and spoken
He took to things
That would desecrate the world
The seduction of both woman and man
For bastard masterplan
Drowning out the past
Fool Fates unwound cruel yesterdays
Beneath the stars
That staggered from the blast
