We descended unto the heaven deep But found nothing but blood, We wrestled angels to the floor, But ended up on our knees, We battled God for the thrown of Earth, And found our skin could only bleed. What twisted halos have devised such a plan As this? In Hell’s realm we could at least know, And know enough that suffering, Suffering’s depth is unknowable. We descended into Heaven’s deep, Caught in Gods eyes a flood, Which we knew not to leave alone, And instead erected temples, To insurrect the death of a God Of the known.
