mercoledì 2 aprile 2025

The Redeemer Born of Storm

Behold, when the sky was torn with fire,

and the vault of heaven roared as a furnace of iron,

there descended from the cauldron of the upper air
a Form most dreadful to behold,
whose very presence did shatter the firmament,
and whose coming was heralded not by trumpet,
but by the shriek of the Earth herself,
riven at last by her own iniquity.

He came not as man, nor beast, nor angel,
but as Force incarnate
a colossus clad in flame and tempest,
whose breath melted stone,
and whose eyes were twin crucibles
in which all corruption did recoil.

The clouds did boil as blood beneath His chariot;
the thunder bent to His command
and spake His fury in tongues forgotten by time.
From His limbs did pour smoke and vengeance,
and His voice split mountains asunder.
Each stride shattered the crust of nations;
cities crumbled as ash beneath His heel.

He came not for justice, nor judgment
but for the utter ruin of evil,
and the extirpation of all that crawleth
in shadow and deceit.
His blade was not forged but born
a thing of pure will,
cutting not flesh alone,
but the essence of sin where it did coil and nest.

Where tyrants hid, the skies opened.
Where liars prayed, the ground split.
The temples of greed, the towers of pride,
were cast down into dust finer than breath.
He did not parley,
nor did He offer stay of doom;
for His mercy is swiftness,
and His love is fire.

Men fell to their knees in awe,
not to beg, but to witness.
For what tongue could petition
such a Power as needeth no ear?
The oceans rose in exultation,
the forests bowed with leaves aflame,
and the stars themselves halted in their courses
to behold the purification of the sphere.

Then, His work complete,
when no foulness remained to tremble beneath the sun,
He lifted His gaze skyward
and the heavens, now clean, parted like linen.
Through the seam of reality He vanished,
leaving naught but scorched truth in His wake,
and silence more holy than the choir of saints.

None know His name,
for it is unutterable.
None know His origin,
for it is beyond the cradle of the cosmos.

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