Litany For The Black Sun (NSFW)

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Your power is mighty and Great my Father and there is no vessel that would hold thy wisdom. As that power is infinite and we are but simple toys to thee. I prostrate myself at your feet. Thrice unworthy dog that I am. Be my witness, sense my mortality and grant me my one wish and let these words burn my tongue in insolence. These Teachers you send me to define thy knowledge and bring to us your words of fire are lacking.
They preen and pamper themselves, they disgust me and yet I am not to lay one command or accusation upon them. They call upon you in there thin voices and you do not answer them. This defines thee within me. What are you? The lowest, most absent, most powerful, the highest. You bring an age upon us that we never see or touch. Serene perhaps and yet violent to feel. You find me and yet are always within me, without purpose. What do we owe you that we may pay back to forget lust?Enter my sour heart and fill me with your wisdom. Let me forget the thoughtless acts that we act. Embrace me and let me see that which is within. Despise me and let me feel that hate within you as it is within me. This living death, this ache of forgotten compassion. Richness abounds within the things you have made although not within me. As I sleep I sense you close and I smile a little at first, a simple thing. Yet my voice ceases and thought is abstract and I shake within the cell.
The days change and men do suffer and die and you are left unchanged. Veins I have that fill with ice at your touch, this essence purely yours. Flow the tears and grip the my heart tighter and call to errant Fathers. This day cast bones among the others and scrabble in the dust. Let the infants cry their own tears and remember nothing, not a thing. I rejoice about nothing for nothing is the food of the ignorant. The chains they gave me hangs heavy at my chest and I ask why? The clouds still move slowly and this place burns all the faster. We resent bitterly this act that even the elders scratch thinning heads. To strike out in anger, to breathe the thicker air and gasp not. To run with limbs that do not ache with the damp of English Autumn. Let the rain fall upon me and my Horse, castigate me more, I care not. The Wizards of this land lie deep within their mounds and we forget. The innocence of youth wasted upon our heads, there is no remedy for Time.
Let the tempers within that place be placated by my presence. Twitch the shrouds upon your windows and shudder but bear my presence shallowly. The memory of my visit will soon be gone as the years smooth the hurts. For as you put life into me I take it from others in your name. For the cold of the day will eventually be eased with warmth. As your Gods fair hand makes all things beautiful he casts a fist upon you. To smash your sense of worth into nothing, to offer no fairness. I will suffer quietly within the shadows of your guilty souls. Inspired by beasts I am that slather at tight bands of leather and chains and yet I hesitate to call out to their God. There is no space within me for him filled as I am with another hateful thing I cast my eyes to. Their God will never come unto me and yet I am also of the Earth which this God did make and I walk upon the ground it did make, and is not not true also that this God made me and yet I can be forgotten as a simple toy? So the Black Parliament who has sent me asked simply, ‘As God wrought you so he is within you’. I nodded before them and took their litany as a lie and an untruth.
From the womb we are pulled, we are a product of sin and yet we know not why we are accused. Guiltless and yet condemned we sing songs to you and in your love for us you smash us into dust. Our confused words through time to simple phrases our movement transferred to thought and thought to words formed by our mouths and yet all is lie and untruth. For we learn all the quicker that anything that falls from the lips of Humans as us is a lie. Yet we close our eyes to the colours and the simple laughter of the world and see you within us. Black Sun shine in truth and offer us redemption. Suffer the ignorance and mockery of this life we do, gather the pains within us to seed the parts of our lives you have given us with greater truth. For Teachers are brought forth who spout their hungered strength and their litany of lies. The Prayer of Men is mired in untruth, in belief and in faith and thus is the trammelled histories of mankind caught and captivated by liars.

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