His Glory

He speaks in blood! Listen!
It is for His glory that we serve!


Come, twilight.
Come, destroyer.
Come and bring the end.


Multifaceted.
Monstrous.
Maniacal. 


He speaks in sinew and in sin.
I answer in blood and bone and promise.
He laughs - a rich, throaty sound
and his foot touches ground
and rends the earth.


Come, agony.
Come, hesitation. 
Come and bring the light.


Incandescent. 
Irrespective.
Intoxicating.


I beg in steel and sorrow.
He answers in hate and hell and horror.
I laugh - a weak, reedy sound
and my foot slips the sky
and streaks across.


Come, escape.
Come, sensation.
Come and bring release.


Aggravating.
Annihilating.
All-devour.


We scream like symphonies.
You answer with a banshee's keen.
All laugh - a toxic, urgent cry!
And then the ground falls into sky
and none have been.


It is for His glory.