Darkest King Of Ether Poem by Vision Ghost

Chronology of the skies to form and then dissipate
Following the encroaching storm of clouds infuriate
From the heavens come screaming demons above
Lowered in descent from storm to hells dark cove

Winged upon winds of mortal fears and shadow
Reaping that which is forever unto stone to sow
A blinding epitaph of man for their eternal damning
Through war, starvation, disease and conquering

That we pretence toward light yet welcome dark
Sung and tasted upon this soul for deaths embark
Killing the soul so much faster as we modernise
Toward the ruins of our cities and own enterprise

As beggars cry and blind eye turned for ignorance
Is the pretence to a reality that no can commence
Walking a constant of frequent denial and hate
Of the loathing to that which we cannot deliberate

We have become our own feared dimension in hell
The wingless and depraved demon of all dark spell
Conjured by ourselves as we sleep in daytimes call
That be death a release from the chasm of this soul

Configure alumni so to disfigure the truth once more
And so beseech the remains of any such moral law
In desperation to claw back what was once correct
In any sense of change to which we always object

And fear as always to speak of this so to be shunned
When the mockery of so much ignorance outgunned
By one who spills mortal blood of this once creator
We have created for ourselves the darkest king of ether