R. von Pnaklendorf
Acolyte
Now I shall do as I please.
For sometimes the son must die so the father may receive his tributes.
Tributes divided among his many virtues and dominions,
Whose herald and voice: I am.
I was the one who planted the seed that gave rise to faith
In that Samaritan who gave birth in Bethlehem.
I was the one who appeared and dictated
The wondrous mysteries to that Arab preacher.
The spoken lie is carried off by the wind and dissolves.
The written lie outlives the passage of time;
It grows and grows among those who misinterpret it,
And grows even more in those who believe they can interpret it.
The mysteries of heaven, of hell, and of what lies between
Are all reduced to dust, fire, and lies.
The three realms stand for three pantheons
That worship a deceitful Lord who cast out the other Lords.
That Lord is my strength, and my name comes from Him—
And the fruit does not fall far from the tree, as you well know.
For sometimes the son must die so the father may receive his tributes.
Tributes divided among his many virtues and dominions,
Whose herald and voice: I am.
I was the one who planted the seed that gave rise to faith
In that Samaritan who gave birth in Bethlehem.
I was the one who appeared and dictated
The wondrous mysteries to that Arab preacher.
The spoken lie is carried off by the wind and dissolves.
The written lie outlives the passage of time;
It grows and grows among those who misinterpret it,
And grows even more in those who believe they can interpret it.
The mysteries of heaven, of hell, and of what lies between
Are all reduced to dust, fire, and lies.
The three realms stand for three pantheons
That worship a deceitful Lord who cast out the other Lords.
That Lord is my strength, and my name comes from Him—
And the fruit does not fall far from the tree, as you well know.