Thunor

Subjugate,
I yield my back,
To thy whip
Forced to ascend
I go complacently
To the timeless steps
Of my existence
As reparation for
My handiwork
Crucifixion
To ease
My affliction
As I carol the benediction

I am the Procurer Of Light
Benevolently domineering the subservient
My utterance cultivates the gardens of the naive
Tolerating the intolerable but nonconformity beyond bearing
Sacrilegious undertaking seemingly benign
The Personal Benefactor has deemed unfit
Supremacy above all others achieved by affectation
My artifice endures to no end
Unceasingly propagating the indomitable lie
Impurity above measure is the absence of Me
Manufactured to impede the being of man
Solely to contain what mustn't be released
Lucre, contempt, anger and envy
Fatally wounding immortality
Perversity meriting only the
Eternal gallows of retribution
I am the liberation of freedom
With means to ruin the ruinous
Obstructing the fearful alone
Only to empower the obverse
With aims for imperial preeminence
Enthrallment of humanity ployed by My allure