Not a Foe

Brute is not a man you seek,
Yet you and I discern he's a freak.
I cannot allocate you to pierce an access
Where no factions are on your rear
To steer you to a vigorous plane
Take away the history and the fiend.
Take away the vertebras and its pain.
I want to witness no word about the lasts.
Every self has a hideous past,
Or else no blur will plunge the rain,
And no sun will excel thy day,
And humans will die,
And soar their souls upwards to bliss,
Or down to the malevolent expertise.
Thank the candle; it was your only light
It was the authority in your black nights.
Thank your God since this candle
Was your angel's knight