Spirit of Diabolos, grant me:
The gift of burning
To curse the world through your eyes,
The gift of wrath
To revel in harmful decisions,
The gifts of secrets
To use my hate to love you,
The gift of stamina
To have the courage to kill in the faith
Despite the simpering of the weak,
The gift of fear
To be able to express the nature of my love
And commitment to you,
And the right kind of awesome glory
That makes me pause to wonder and revere
Your Love.



One Comment on “628”

  1. kalimeister June 26, 2013 at 7:54 am #

    Wow. Just… wow.

    This post is gorgeous and takes this experiment and your ability to channel these characters and filter them through you to a new level. Bravo.

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