The Grandest Anticipation - Dream Void

Father!

We your beacons — all conjoined we plead you bring us Rapture

Beacons!

Bow your head!

Pray!

I preceed history

I am God I am the Father of All

Obey

I am the Alpha, Omega I am Messiah, Creator

You are the fruit from my seed, galactic incubation

Sever digression, how clever, never use Heaven as reference

Only a weapon of severance, and gesture of precognition

Adam and Eve beckoned by the low hanging fruit of the Eden Tree They perceive

me to be pestilential, a split-tongued thief contriving with dishonesty

Surmising offerings of an unripe lifeforce would appease my mind

I’ve witnessed with the changing of the seasons

Extradite Christ, Juda — free your mind

Decipher their provincialism, ascertain contextual catachresis

An unbiased factual analysis is pertinent to prevent a future statistical

anomaly

Senseless;

I emit a catastrophic and transient beam of energy

Calcine flickering, searing;

an ambient and proportionate product of that which

I resent

Cast out once lit, asphyxiate

Father!

Please take us, commemorate us

Rape of the planet, we will understand this

Vessels of virtue, I never would hurt you

Secrets, I keep them

With hatred I sear them