The meek who serve like slaves Look aloft when they long for Exaltation they shall Inherit the earth no more They clamber over one another Thus dragging each other towards the mud And into the depths praising itself as life I am being just to those who Despise and smite upon them Superfluous they all appear to Me their souls crawl out of their mouths You must wish to consume Yourself in your own flame: How could you wish to become Something new unless you had first become ashes Soulstorming echoes rise anew From the ashes of the fire which consumed it I am defined by what I destroy and by what I create While the docile regress into idolatry