in shining armour you stand, diseased while sleeping and fury alive pure in harmony with chaos, the image of truth, the image of love see the face of the new god, make his way into your blood. our almighty new god, turning man back into mud. even though candles of hope may still burn, even though earth is still fertile and turns, nothing compares to beauty you hold, you bring out the new and burn all the old. the mightiest warlords now offering peace, your presence unnoted as tensions decrease. never have there been a god such as you, of limitless power and actually true.