Before Your Savior

Strike me down…before I stray, your sentinel composed of fair weather
I’ve seen you, a distant gargoyle…
But never rent this night that sulfur brings
This war of suicide yet upon me; spawns the devil’s uncertainty
Whence, my Lord becomes determined…

Dropped from fusia skies in greeted silence, lest their taloned songs bray for their lost
A passenger paid by catastrophe.
A varied nightmare ages an omnipotent bale, severed from this long begotten reality.
Never rest my heart, thrumming incessantly, brimmed and startled locked this midnight

Left alone if not for those terrifying eyes, fair yet harsh my savior.
Turned from what I’ve known
Damned for what I am
Another named Anti-Christ.
Left to you good people, fit to judge

Make war with me, and return me from this present
Let tradition finish your mind and best your faith.
After all I’m known…
Scribed as beautiful, and yet bestowed this wicked wrath

You call me winged devil, a visage flame.
But hear me when I’ve been mistaken
I return your executioner as before your savior.
I was, and now its equal, thee Avenger.