A Philosopher at the End of the Universe
Like a hawk, I swoop down on your countenance Like a shadow I immolate your soul Like knowledge I cloud your mind Like a priest I make you harden your heart A philosopher at the end of the universe A crown of spearheads on my head Human! King of all kings! My morgenstern is called freedom In shards of stained glass I read the false past I kindle the torch of knowledge tonight I am the end, the light and the dark I am the flame I burn and hurt your eyes I am a lone wolf The enemy of the meek I am the firebrand The mark on a leather-bound book Exultant I look forward to the coming of dawn Which has everything and remains alone Arrows are shot into the darkness The night illuminates with stars Blinded by the cosmic light I do not seek redemption I’m here to kindle desires And show you that fear is a handful of ash
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025