Thus wrapped in dignity; unearthed his black wings.
Man, made me spite his spoiled deeds.
Created to avenge obedience from the fruit they took to eat.
Originally the prospered of faith, to believe in things unseen; like breath G-d exists without need. ...
Of these days incarnate, by day I've witnessed silver worn and tarnished, but with all things said and done, it began at dawn, and when the curtains drew they were all astonished.
Sons of the contriving primed for sweet wanting, in a voice that stood above all, harkens high to shift the room below that made them jaunty.
From there I stood brawl, in linked to all with G-ds extol; had ways that privies through pain and brought to haze.
My mouth be parched in an arch of many; I am the silence passed, by lips that say have plenty, the deadliest that ever raised the end of days to climax.
Taint integrity; now see me through eyes so amorous, while I ask yea the riddle that perplexed the wisest.
What have may and have not became?