Hate for heaven
When my eyes do gaze upon the sky so high above,
And when upon the hard blue heaven flies a dove,
I truly seek to know what up there lies,
What vengeful, hating spirits roam these skies.
I have been by them rejected once before,
When by a blade I ended my painful lore,
Stride did I to the heavenly golden gate,
And therein lies the reason for this hate.
For angels cut me off from eternal light,
And cast me into vivacious dreaded fright,
Surrounded by a wall of shadows grey,
And from my path my soul would ever stray.
What doth it mean I did wrong in my life,
Did I not end my own forgetful strife,
And matters took I in my own two hands,
And carried out the hardest of commands.
And God now thanks me with this destiny,
The Shepherd has abandoned me for eternity,
And in the devils playground I shall play,
And never more my love I give away.
Never more will I open up,
Never more will I drink from holy cup,
Hate for heaven calms me at the most,
For to a strange decease I am now host.
I hate so hellishly and painfully fierce,
Iron bars and pins doth my skin pierce,
All I can do is ever more to try,
Try to get revenge before I die.