Look! Nightly terrors meet under their laughter
They are muses blind to your sin
The shaking of heavenly powers felled their paradox pillars
Astrologers will search Orion’s belt for triune god hints
It is a wasteful peril to gaze at their delights among earth’s kin
“Let us burn” they whisper, only to the alone
And their light turns into sulfurous gaping doors
A view to the coming of the origin of angel’s hate lies
In what was heard in the iniquity of linguistic changes formed
by scattered incense fires and preachers of Babel’s lore
Their spirit puts faith in the wicked
The same spirit of defiance in inane forces
Caught up over the centuries to the modern age infected
They are the same ones that saw the Flood of earth’s last course
The same variables in stars, satellites, planes,
and other watcher’s frequencies covertly recited
In distant time church-spires surveyed the same forbidden vistas
With structural integrity lacking without the constellations
Dangerous gazes into the scripture by them
Are soon there in shifting shadows
And in the shadow of their fear, lessons
Do not examine the text too close then
There are baffling treasuries of overwrought plans by the host
Eastern beliefs in God are controlled in their shade
Remember the daylight before occult thoughts pervade
How the colony of light cast by your watchface fade
In reflections, purveyance, or dappled verdant grief
born by the sighing forest pines in green
Chasing away their thoughts on the day and woodland lane
But inside the ice cold casket of your own belief’s kind
You are also desired by their faith in you, though unheeded
Do not become blind in this forest
because of the wild greed
for understanding in your bloodied need
The answers are shining on the prophetic horizon, and in time
Finally undone by their own seductive lights
You will see the grievances of these comely stars finally burn out.
