Ethos Paradigm

Dragged along,
The twisting nether,
Violent shades,
Of cosmic heather,
Sheen off worlds,
In tempest weathers,
The Skin grows bruised,
And rough as leather

To flee a realm,
Where Hell is young,
I clench my fists,
And bite my tongue,
From each glimpse of light,
I'm flung,
To and fro,
A damaged Sun


About its axis,
Lies a limb,
From which the mortal coil,
Limps around,
The leaps and bounds,
Of sin,
To innocence,
And 'round again

Hapless and confused,
Its struck,
Upon a strike of blazing luck,
It grins from end to end,
And tugs the life,
From every fucking husk,
To blend

Commend the strength,
For its emission,
Condemn the will,
For its commission,
Croons the sage,
With His rendition,
Though fair it seems,
There's one omission,
Truth...