Gabriel

Gabriel! Are the ten
thousand waiting.
Are they ready?

Gabriel! Do you remember,
the children of the watchers.
Do you see, them
in your sleep?

Gabriel! Do you sleep,
do you now see, what
has become of your
fathers art. Can
you see the rivers, full
of souls, streaming
towards you, do you
mourn, or do you act.
Will death conquer?

Gabriel! Is your strength,
strong enough for you,
does it fill you with wonder?

Gabriel! Did you ever wonder, why
death, destruction, filth, and splendor
ran rampant upon your realm. Does
you father ever stir among the stars, does
he ever lift his hand, or must you feed
him his antidote, and
grasp him, asking
for his word.
Will death conquer?

Gabriel! Did you do your bidding,
did death progress,
are the coffers full?

Gabriel! Did you see them,
in their gutters, in their palaces,
in their tombs, in their beds,
hunched over and raining death,
upon their thighs. See
them gasping, clutching,
screaming, moaning and
all the other motions of
of your profession.
Will death conquer?

Gabriel! Can you see the truth?

Gabriel! But can you speak it?