God The Lux (Vesania)

why can I still see this pitiful world here? set it into flames, now! 'mercy let be off damn them who pity kill and torture, spare not be upon them' here the thunders rolling through the vaults behold all the walls and pillars tremble crumbs of stained glass are the air to breathe in lightings glitter, truths gasp with sulphur under the shade of horns naught of this world remains mercy let be off decomposition for the hell is here and heaven is no more for all my childhood fears for all my blood and tears tonight I am the light that blinds your cursed eyes oh so much I desired not to wear the mourning after my dreams' death now I baptize with fire angel dust and broken hopes anti-creation caress my unconcern orphaned self enlightened black ordeal! non-sensual wrath forgive me my lack of uncommon sense I am not unusual at all and that is not what I am yearning for 'my left hand is empty, for I have crushed the universe and naught remains