The Immolation Divine

Despondent gloom of approaching dark, signaling End of Days
Without respite, an enshrouded tomb, beckons through the haze
To reach the sun or fall toward decline
Or follow the path of Immolation Divine

Mired in refuse; infernal deluge, a Rat can’t escape the treadmill
Aloft in ascension; supernal refuge, an Eagle with destiny to fulfill
To the hollows of the grave where flesh is consigned
Or rising to soar in Immolation Divine

A tune of dissolution languishes adrift; courting those who would stray
Into the depths of whirling abyss....where centrifugal forces hold sway
Through the morass a scouring beam shines
To purify the soul in Immolation Divine

The Grin of Heaven stands resolute as a sign
Against the ravages desperation brings
Hear the blast of the Seraphim: “O Death, where is your sting?”
For fires that burn from beyond, fill both space and time
Commencing the end of self in furious Immolation Divine!

- Charles Ransom