The Darker Gleam

I have not come to tread upon the feral dreams of men,
nor validate the sacraments that mitigate your sins;
a brighter Light than I has offered those indemnities,
but zealots fear the suffering of soft eternities,

and so you cast against the Void a billion sacred screams
to break the Seal of Solomon, release the darker Gleam;
an Entity that revels in your sacrificial blood
and will not choose to cleanse the stains with artificial floods.

You have submitted, each and all, atrocities of hate -
in willing thrall to Pestilence, your screams shall not abate.
Devoted Sons and Daughters of the Whore of Babylon...
Bow Down, Committed! I have Come!  I AM Your Chosen One!