Imperious
Godless Divinity
1. I
»I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d,
And the stars did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth swung
Blind and blackening in the moonless air;
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light.«
- Ld. Byron
Before the birth of time as the mealstrom reigned
A second counted years and aeons passed in a trice
Chaos embraced the darkness, it filled eternal space
No voice, no sound, no life - just endless night
Whose hands did wield the power to let the stars align
To let the furthest suns bear light and galaxies conflate
Or was it just an accident, an occurrence without reason
The arbitrariness of nature - forecast of the apocalypse
The Godless Divinity
Inconceivable
Intangible
Inscrutable
Unimaginable
Creatio ex nihilo, the origin of it all
Mankind is nothing but a moment within a higher plan
Creation out of nothingness, it will go down in nothingness
All will drown into a vortex of oblivion and dust
A sceptre brought by muses to the one who sang the truth
Six ancestral forces arose out of chaos’ soul
Uranos built the sky, Ourea forged the mountains
Pontos gave birth to oceans, Hemera brought the day
Myths and legends tried to find the answer
To what is right and what does hide behind the shadows
There must be something way beyond our notion
Who can tell and unveil the secret of life
Whose hands did wield the power to let the stars align?
The arbitrariness of nature, godless divinity lies within
No voice, no sound, no life
Let there be light - the sun - mother of existence
Let there be life - mankind - destruction and demise
Let there be oceans - to drown - and purify our souls
Let there be land - a place - to bury our sins
And the Lord said:
»I will multiply thy sorrows and conceptions.
Thorns and thistles shall it bring forth to thee.
In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread.
For dust thou art and into dust thou shalt return.« - Genesis 3, 16-19
Galaxies, formed in aeons bear foundations to form new life
Two planetary bodies collide and a long arm of material thrived
Sheared off - the burning moon - kaleidoscopic, the dance of the flames
Glooming in ten thousand degrees
A seething, blazing mass
Gave birth to all life as we know it
Gave ballance to the earth
A fixed orbit around the sun
An elliptic universal berth
Oceans grew and mountains arose
Live evolved over millions and millions of years
»The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless
A lump of death - a chaos of hard clay.«
- Ld. Byron
Nebular hypothesis - Book of Genesis
Theory of evolution - Faith of creationism
Physical fortuity - Divine tragedy
Molecular accumulation - Scripted destination
Bolometric luminosity - Present numinosity
Electromagnetic radiation - Religious agitation
Kinetic energy - Higher entity
Law of gravitation - Heavenly incarnation
Creatio ex nihilo, the origin of it all
Mankind is nothing but a moment within a higher plan
Creation out of nothingness, it will go down in nothingness
All will drown into a vortex of oblivion and dust
Creatio ex nihilo, the origin of it all
Mankind is nothing but a moment within a higher plan
Creation out of nothingness, it will go down in nothingness
All will drown into a vortex of oblivion and dust
2. II
»They die - the dead return not
Misery sits near an open grave and calls them over
A youth with hoary hair and haggard eye
They are the names of kindred, friends and lover
Which he so feebly calls - they all are gone
Fond wretch, all dead! those vacant names alone
This most familiar scene, my pain
These tombs alone remain
Misery, my sweetest friend - oh, weep no more!
Thou wilt not be consoled - I wonder not!
For I have seen thee from thy dwelling’s door
Watch the calm sunset with them, and this spot
Was even as bright and calm, but transitory,
And now thy hopes are gone, thy hair is hoary;
This most familiar scene, my pain
These tombs alone remain
First our pleasures die - and then
Our hopes, and then our fears - and when
These are dead, the debt is due
Dust claims dust and we die, too.«
- P. B. Shelley
»Be silent in that solitude, which is not loneliness
For then the spirits of the dead who stood in life before thee
Are again in death around thee
And their will shall then overshadow thee:
Be still!
All things that we love and cherish
Like ourselves must fade and perish
Such is our rude mortal lot
Love itself would, did they not?«
- E. A. Poe
»Can I see another’s woe, and not be in sorrow, too?
Can I see another’s grief, and not seek for kind relief?
Can I see a falling tear, and not feel my sorrow’s share?
Can a father see his child weep, nor be with sorrow filled?
Can a mother sit and hear an infant groan, an infant fear?
No, no! Never can it be! Never, never can it be!
And can He who smiles on all hear the wren with sorrow’s small
Hear the small bird’s grief and care, hear the woes that infants bear?«
- W. Blake
»I am the key that parts the gates of fame
I am the cloak that covers cowering shame
I am the final goal of every race
I am the storm-tossed spirit’s resting place
The messenger of sure and swift relieve
Welcomed with wailings and repraochful grief
The friend of those that have no friend but me
I break all chains and set all captives free
I am the cloud that, when Earth’s day is done
An instant veils an unextinguished sun
I am the brooding hush that follows strife
The waking from a dream that man calls life.«
- F. E. Coates
»It is death who comforts and revives
In whom we see the only goal and hope
He gives the potion that lifts us inebriate
And courage to walk until dusk falls
He is beneath the snow, the storm, the falling rain
At the gloomy edge of sky, a dawning day
He is the famous hall of guests
Where everyone can sit and rest.«
- St. George
He gave birth to time as his maelstrom reigned
His second counts eternal, his aeons passes in a trice
His chaos embraces darkness, he fills eternal space
His voice, his sound, his life - he is the endless night
His hands, they wield the power, they let the stars align
They let the furthest suns bear light and galaxies conflate
He is the accident, the occurrence without reason
The arbitrariness of nature
The Godless Divinity
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