I have torn the Tree of Life down
with my own bloodied hands.
The thorns have been driven so deep
within my mortal wounds.
My face is dirty.
My wings are burned.
The madness within
has now been churned.
I have torn the pages from the Book
and burnt them one by one.
And as the ashes fell to the Earth
my tears began to run.
My skin is blistered.
My throat is cut.
The blasphemous mouth
has been sewn shut.
I have thrown open the gates of Hell
and freed the damned and lost.
The madness of my mind has shattered
the barriers I have crossed.
My name is Agrael.
I am abhorred.
My name is madness;
Sickness of the Lord.
©1998
Written By: Andrew Janeshek