We are part of the universal quill
The ink that matters from the dark
Packed in a barrel invisible to this world
The nib forged of an element
Discovered winking in the Sun.
And the lightest agent of combustion
To produce water will be crowned
By a long buried sigil for unearthing.
So let flow the mimicry of your creeds
Letting angels bleed stardust and demons
Sow seeds so the trail of lies you've left behind
Staining the very fabric of our lives might
Be worth revising now if you don't mind.