The dead of night.

I resign my description unto your fate, make of this what you will everyone shall be struck differently. This may offend but I reserve my right to push the boundaries of thought and insight my only request is that an open mind is kept some of the words may not mean what you think.

An immense distance white beneath
rose the sun whom shone so black
resolved to the fiery tracks abound
I stepped so lightly amongst his coils
in Midgards cave I bleed and toil
my perch atop the giants bust
affords a view of vagrant divinity
and to the gods who formed this world
mortal genius defies thine logic
to walk a line of blurred insanity
my godhood challenges the zealots faith
laughing in the face of the angel at the tomb
to walk the edge of the darkening abyss
the vain truth made is apparent
I am god, I am man, the creator of this world.

Take from me what you have claimed
and unchain me from the darkened frames
god so arrogantly shakes us like ants
as lucifers whispers creep past our ears
such lies and blasphemies of the truth
blinded by th fruits of our blissful ignorance
alone are we in mortal eternity bound
neither heaven nor hell shall I see
I am a god amongst men forever shall I be

To those who ask of what I speek
I am strong, God is weak
when starring him down I'll make him blink
A heretic I may be, but I don't think
he likes you much anyway.