God The Lux

Why can I still see this pitiful world here?
Set it into flames, now!

'Mercy let be off
 [bad word] them who pity
Kill and torture, spare not
Be upon them'

Here the thunders rolling through the vaults
Behold all the walls and pillars tremble
 [bad word] of stained glass are the air to breathe in
Lightings glitter, [bad word] gasp with sulphur

Under the shade of horns
Naught of this world remains

Mercy let be off
 [bad word] 
For the [bad word] is here
And heaven is no more

For all my childhood fears
For all my blood and tears
Tonight I am the light
That blinds your cursed eyes
Oh so much I desired
Not to wear the mourning after my dreams' death
Now I baptize with fire
Angel dust and broken hopes

Anti-creation caress my unconcern
Orphaned self enlightened black
Ordeal!
Non-sensual wrath
Forgive me my lack of [bad word] sense
I am not unusual at all
And that is not what I am yearning for

My left hand is empty, for I have [bad word] the universe and naught remains