Beneath the ground you slumber,
Waiting the night’s cool grasp.
Remembering the Sun’s touch,
Once tainting your fur with gold,
The aether so luminous.
You were driven to dark,
Not because of your failures,
But because of poison-envy.
They cast you from Heaven,
Wings of feathers hiding evil,
Their lights heralding hatred,
And now you fear for your own life.
They spread lies,
Each deceit a white feather,
And not only were they believed,
But they called the victim a liar.
You tried to show the truth,
The true light in membranes,
Each sensatory pit a star,
But they were too blind;
They burned their eyes.
It doesn’t matter now;
You showed the truth,
They did not believe,
They preffered the art:
Holier than thou rhetorics.
Let the blind entertain themselves;
They call you blind,
And irony bites them twicefold,
As your eyes are open to UV,
And their’s ignore that their God
Is naught but profound insanity.
The cave is gone,
The stars are clear,
And Wadjet is the Milky Way;
Bat and serpent are pure light,
Aether unfettered by four elements,
And you are in the likeness of the Sun,
Mourning your beloved in Yahweh’s prison.
You will not make compromises;
They have imprisoned you far too long,
Spiritual journeys through Hell no longer needed;
Your membranes radiate golden light,
A true angel’s wings,
Humiliating all followers of Abraham.