Malphaestus
Touched by the Apocalypse
Harrowed was the man in vain, destined to ever-living:
Dreamt by every child of ten, to leave death so unwilling.
But Death had no choice in this; his place wholly unfulfilling,
Tired of every war and pest, Death desires rest instead of killing;
An opportunity none should ever miss, how very thilling.
'We'll show Death,' spoke thus the Harrowed Man,
His voice rang loud and sparked the fan in every other man,
'That every life he'd ever after take,'
'Would shake the after-life in it's wake,'
The Harrowed Man then, with protruded fist,
Roared this at Heaven in purest bliss:
'God's Grace blessed us ever,'
'Child of God, for with Him our parent none shalt e'er disregard,'
'Where we, as man, choose to leave our lodge!'
Quiet the crowd then had grown, confusion roamed:
What their spokesman then had roared, of what lodge did he spoke?
' 'Course, our House is none but True: the world which we view being the one we choose to live through,'
'And should man choose ne'er thus to die, that shalt be a choice he maketh with Death ne'er at his side,'
'For whilst Death is of no iller kind- please remind, he is a worker like every other one-'
'His trade is one which affords no time for rest,'
'E'er shalt there be one to occupy his time, and his thoughts ne'er thus unwind,'
'Causing error in his quest, his whole purpose thus his test,'
'Malpracticed harvests; graceless, tainted Death hath thus become,'
'For over the passages of time didst Death forget his damages and crime.'
Harrowed didst the spokesman thus present, with heart drunk in comparing torment,
For as he quieted, and placed his hand upon his chest, empathy running throughout him rampant,
In attempt to strangle tears from running 'cross 'is cheek, did he, sniveling, roar his finalé:
'How lonesome t'is must've been, to be secluded, naught but crippling thoughts accompanying,'
'Mercy vanquishing must now be undertook, to end the suffering in the steps left after Death's own boot,'
'For e'er since He understood; He suffers too, as all others must do.'
'But He is Death, e'er endless; ne'er rests, e'er pressed and friendless,'
' 'Tis our obligation e'er sinced, to relieve Death of his Test, an' to allow him his earned rest,'
'To be as peace and deathless,'
'So that whilst Death cannot weep, he still doth see our intentions sweet,'
'And thanks us thus f'r our accomplish'd feat, accepting 'is own defeat as if it were his victory,'
'So that our Death may e'er liveth happy.'
Dreamt by every child of ten, to leave death so unwilling.
But Death had no choice in this; his place wholly unfulfilling,
Tired of every war and pest, Death desires rest instead of killing;
An opportunity none should ever miss, how very thilling.
'We'll show Death,' spoke thus the Harrowed Man,
His voice rang loud and sparked the fan in every other man,
'That every life he'd ever after take,'
'Would shake the after-life in it's wake,'
The Harrowed Man then, with protruded fist,
Roared this at Heaven in purest bliss:
'God's Grace blessed us ever,'
'Child of God, for with Him our parent none shalt e'er disregard,'
'Where we, as man, choose to leave our lodge!'
Quiet the crowd then had grown, confusion roamed:
What their spokesman then had roared, of what lodge did he spoke?
' 'Course, our House is none but True: the world which we view being the one we choose to live through,'
'And should man choose ne'er thus to die, that shalt be a choice he maketh with Death ne'er at his side,'
'For whilst Death is of no iller kind- please remind, he is a worker like every other one-'
'His trade is one which affords no time for rest,'
'E'er shalt there be one to occupy his time, and his thoughts ne'er thus unwind,'
'Causing error in his quest, his whole purpose thus his test,'
'Malpracticed harvests; graceless, tainted Death hath thus become,'
'For over the passages of time didst Death forget his damages and crime.'
Harrowed didst the spokesman thus present, with heart drunk in comparing torment,
For as he quieted, and placed his hand upon his chest, empathy running throughout him rampant,
In attempt to strangle tears from running 'cross 'is cheek, did he, sniveling, roar his finalé:
'How lonesome t'is must've been, to be secluded, naught but crippling thoughts accompanying,'
'Mercy vanquishing must now be undertook, to end the suffering in the steps left after Death's own boot,'
'For e'er since He understood; He suffers too, as all others must do.'
'But He is Death, e'er endless; ne'er rests, e'er pressed and friendless,'
' 'Tis our obligation e'er sinced, to relieve Death of his Test, an' to allow him his earned rest,'
'To be as peace and deathless,'
'So that whilst Death cannot weep, he still doth see our intentions sweet,'
'And thanks us thus f'r our accomplish'd feat, accepting 'is own defeat as if it were his victory,'
'So that our Death may e'er liveth happy.'
