​Descent of darkness

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Commissioned
 Acrylic on Steel 
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Throw down with one hand
With the speed of a falling star
To rip the fabric of time with those wings
To enter the gates with out question
To fall with vengeance
No repentance in the crush
Only malice in the priming
Thoughts of emotions without meaning
In one choice to revolt against the high power of creation
In expectation of  converting the body, to will it against the mind
Only to be ripped out from the flesh of perfection and to wither in the heat of the dive
And to freeze by this heart
to make a mountain in the pit
Look out now at the fallen
Brothers in this decent of darkness
In arms and till destruction chained to a chosen fate
Look at the innumerable masses that lay at the feet
With wings wreathed in flame
Cast your eyes on the gate into chaos and night
And never again ascend to the warmth of that perfect light
Now to corrupt its rays you survive
In this word of fire and ice
a prison of pain

Chevy Mize