Monologue of a Warrior God

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Salute. 

 (A lone voice whispers.)

I speak this 

Just like another verse

Following me

In a black hearse 

On my life’s many journeys

A love song to myself

And you

Linked to my eternal sorrow

Trying to fix all your tomorrow's

To create a tale to tell

All new listeners

In the morrow

When they summon my memory

By ringing my golden bells

When I break

This dark Necromancer's Spell

Remembering 

Misfortunes

Suffered

And some deeds

Need to be rebuilt and grew

Things and people 

To be build-up

And renewed

To show them what they didn't do

To help them go where they didn't go

For when humanities spellbound

By a simulated show

Like this

Deprived 

Of a taste of life's sweet kiss

And lost in dark skies

Beyond a Paris

Once created

Trying to live a new life 

In primaeval markets 

Of the Medieval

Where each call  

Is Answered

By old wishes

Now diseased

Lost in a 

A New Age 

Where night and day

Merge

In a perfect storm

A perfect symmetry

Of secret societies

Working in harmony

To separate you and I

I go to war

And it's strange

How we bleed inside 

Because of this need

With internal skies 

Full of memories

Missed

So here I stand

With golden glory 

To tell hints of my old story

I

The inferior God once designed by Sophia's raw desire

I

Her lit fire

The Demiurge

The Gnostic Creator God 

 

An Old Testament 

Who now walks out 

Of his stronghold

Into this world's cold

To repair

The stranglehold

Of The Old Beast

Of Revelations

Once foretold

Send me strength

As I step out 

In prayers

And always believe 

Cum Fide ad Lucem magna res evenire potest.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

With Faith in The Light, great things can happen.