What cruel trick is this?
Hell’s descent when thoughts of heaven won
Into the furnace and there burned alive
Day on day and night on night
Satan’s terrible works and my own
And that of every man
Till the fire was spat and the beast was beaten
The horn-ed devil broke of power
Whence my soul rose clean above the ashes
And came to rest in God’s own grace
Etenal light’s sweet flame
Senses whelmed and whelmed again…
To find at last
Paradise on this grey globe
Promise of being, promise of love
When hope was dead and dead of spirit: such gift!
And laughter echoes from the bowels below:
Yea, Heavenly fire.
But God is not king and Lucifer slave…
Lucifer rules. . .
And God the knave