Covenant

I drank a goblet of fire...
I cut out the prophets tongue...
but still, the sun refuse refused to move.
I tore a hole in the web of sanity...
the very fabric of life itself...
but still, this flesh refused to burn.
what a humble vision!
to forever dwell by the grace of the sun...
I gathered the moon and the stars...
in my little pouch of planets...
the renaissance of astral flesh.