Son of Man

"Come nigh, come away, I'll soon see if You'll obey!
God's high king and God's high priest
Shall plant their glories in your breast.
If Caiaphas you will obey, If Herod you With bloody prey
Feed with the sacrifice, and be Obedient, fall down, worship me.
I come, your King and God, to seize What God smiters with disease?'
The Prince of this world I am, Bound in His chain,
Bursting forth, furious ire, a chariot of Fire.
Throughout the land I took my course
And traced diseases to their source.
I curse those trampling down
Hypocrisy. There Gates of Death let in the Day
Till He had nailed "it" to the Cross.
He Took on sin in the Virgin's womb
And put it off on the Cross... to be Worshiped by the Church of Rome...
But I am... the Son of Man; the light Bearer" William Blake
Falling down to the abyss,
He sank into the shadows
Eyes staring in silence
As the falling star stood
On two scorched feet holding a torch
In his shameless brilliance and glory
The son of the dawn presents his fire... To the mortals.
The sons of Adam became the sons of Cain
The dark cult of the human soul Begins.
The love of knowledge before love for The gods.
A black wave rose to the "glorious" Heavens
Where the human stare took its stars Away.
The Light Bearer, he wider at every Moment,
Melted the monster, frozen in embers.
The spectrum was no longer
Hailing us from beasts to men, we Cried; "Hail Lucifer!"
Mankind radiated in vain.
Extinguishing the stars in heaven.
Heed came out of man and went up to God.
Murder, lusts and laughter rang
As the sons of knowledge blasted their Parent like a torch.
"All Hail Lucifer!"
Hail!