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Motherbird's Place

Waiting Specter

Utopia

Citizens Prayer

Retribution

Got Another One

The Charms of Power

Know Thy Master

Enchantress of Power

Keep Your Eyes Off My Son

Mistress of the Free

People Rise

Righteous Torch

Thoughtcrime

The Madness

Troubled Race

The Unholy

Shunned as a usurper

and cast down in ages long past

from the warm righteousness of your heavens

Cursed thereafter to tread this filthy Earth

I whose greatness and beauty is that of a God

Mocked now with such cruelty…

by the tittering laughter of your angels

But didst thou forget

Living in my midst

alongside the low beasts

of this foul planet to which thou hast banned me

Those sentient creatures of thine own image

waiting as dumbly as their own flocks for my slaughter

Behold then my unholy retribution

For by right of vengeance

hast I made this low underworld of the heavens

into my own dark kingdom

Fit not for those cast in thine image

But only for those

who would blaspheme thy righteousness

Thus have I stolen

the most beloved of thy creations

I have taken them unto myself

dirtying their souls

infecting them with the same arrogance

for which I was cast down

and making them weak subjects of corrupt governments

in place of thy own divine rule

Look woefully now to my work

and know the folly

of thy wasted love for these creatures

For even the dumbest of the low beasts

suffering my wicked torments would cower back

trembling fearfully behind his master’s protective robes

But behold their madness

For since the dim beginnings of their sentient age

have I vengefully imposed on them

the most cruel of evils

For a thousand generations have I brutally wrought

ever harsher tyrannies on their masses

But after a an eternity of imposed tyrannies

now do thy children ordain tyrants of their own

For the pleasing lamentations of wailing mothers

have I forged cruel empires

from the bones and blood of their first born

But bear thine own witness

for do they not now offer their second born as well

Verily then

the harshness of thy children is as great as my own

have they not embraced the same evils

by which I torment them

Do they not intently take them unto their bosom

nurturing my evil as a mother would a beloved child

strengthening it and fortifying it’s growth

as it grows and takes life of it’s own

becoming an obscenity before thy holy eyes

I bid you then great tormentor

End my long and lonely wait

and silence your tittering angels

For thou hast shamed and mocked me for an eternity

Leave me at last to my cold banishment

But grant me possession of thy ungrateful children

that thou may raise a more deserving race

For though created in thy image

forever have they embraced my evil

so greatly that they have become abominations to thy eyes

while pleasing to my own

Leave us together then

damned to each other

for the darkest of eternities

For if they care not for a God of righteousness

better then that they suffer endlessly

under a God of cruelty