Apocalypse

I stood on the edge of the precipice,
Wind ruffling through my haggard face,
A chill eating into my bones.
My rags barely holding on,
From falling into the abyss.

The angered multitude pushes me on,
Into the eternal onyx chasm.
Their pitchforks and rakes evilly gleam,
In the light of the treacherous embers.

I stand on a knife's edge,
On my fore, destiny darker than black.
Following me, the sky itself sanguinary.
A fateful choice must be made,
For even purgatory does not desire me.

A tempest roars its unearthly arrival,
And brings forth the cleansing rain.
A torrent of unimaginable suffering,
Brought from inside me,
By the guilt bubbling out.

The world explodes into white,
And my mind reels back in time.
Back to the nights of creation,
When I acted like God,
On the devil's bidding.

Deeds unfathomable by mortal man done,
I performed sins unimaginable,
With the purity of sanct rituals.
A scar of black was left,
On the white purity of man.

Deeds horrifying were performed,
Under the cover of the devil's hands.
My mind clouded by his seduction,
An uncontrollable monster did I become,
Lacerating those in my heart.

But instead of decimation, another arose.
A monster worse than myself,
Grew up from within my emptied heart.
Instead of extermination,
Genesis took place of another hellion.

Repentance then coursed through my veins,
And for that by the Apollyon I was discarded.
Disfigured into an empty shell,
All faculties taken from me,
Facing the incinerating wrath of man.

I chose to curse myself forever,
Away from that which I had decayed,
But vengenance was sought by man, swayed by Lucifer.
Chasing me to this final crossroads,
Destiny itself seemed to be laughing at me.

But the laughter was not for me,
For fate and Diabolus were caballers,
And they laughed maniacally at us,
While the wisps of cataclysm began.
The beginning of the end.
The end of all.