The Banner of the Broken Cross and the Storm of the Worlds - Part One

Supra Section 7 - "The War in Heaven"

SPEAKER: BARD-PROPHET

The angels watch us and guard us here
In the shadows, where we have no vision
We can only hope to see by their guiding hands,
Our story begins and ends always with bitter war,
The heavens drowned in fire which eventually,
Falls down to earth, every angel governing a different part of our physical universe
And that is why when the world revolves around
The sun there are broken pieces here,
The demons forsook their duty as angels of the Lord
Or worse, started trying to destroy all that is good,
Forsaking their post, their lights no longer shine over us in our now fallen world,
Because the duty of an angel is to support
And nurture an aspect of reality,
When they chose to serve Hell,
These same creatures left or sabotaged,
The place where they were stationed
In order to seek forever after empty promises,
Which they will never find,
And because deep inside they knew they had lost,
They never again spoke through serpent tonuges
Without false promises because they wanted all
Men to feel the same, deceived, caught under
Their spell forever, and unable to escape,
The most loyal of the former Dominions
To pledge his spirit soul to the devil,
Was the first of all the Demons to sow discord in Heaven,
He had followed the Devi's every whim,
Pathetic slave as he was, like his very master,
Only desired power and control,
Especially over those with innocent hearts—that is humans,
Yes, we were the ones he wanted to destroy the most,
Destroyer of Spirits, the first thing Paimon—the most loyal servant of
Lucifer, did when he was thrust down out of heaven, was search
For worshippers of his own, not content with giving his own glory
To the Devil,
He wanted mind-slaves to not follow him entirely by force,
But he always craved what his master was able to attain with deceit,
A loyal Vanguard, completely and freely devoted to him,
These miserable souls would invoke his Sigil
And call on him to give them knowledge of their enemies,
Knowledge of all arts and music,
He came not as a vicious monster—at first,
But rather with a quiet, soft, gentle but seducing whisper
Which enthralled all human persons who heard it without any exceptions,
his power as it seemed to these mortal men,
had no limits and they were very surprised by these powers,
and they fell down and worshiped this deceiver,
although there were some who resisted,
Paimon's words were irresistible and once they were spoken,
they echoed in the chambers of one's mind almost forever,
torturing the soul, tempting them into horrible actions
and only the most strong willed of souls could ever hope to resist his grip over them,
but most people only realized his power when it was too late
there are legends that say that
during the first war between heaven and hell,
when all of the demonic forces were first
cast out that fire rained down from the
spiritual world of heaven and seeped through
the seams, which are the only things separating
these worlds from each other, and the earth
had raging forest fires, and no matter where
you went, they could not be escaped,
but as the legend goes, only the animals can
remember any of these things, and as you know
they never speak to us, so we will never know
for sure, save through listening to the gentle
Song of the Sparrow, wisest and gentlest of
all creatures, a kindness which knows no bounds,
the nights would pass and time echoes the slight
memory of all of these passing things,
there will never be peace without understanding,
the song of heaven, echoed in all of creation
especially in. the very Song of the Sparrow,
always calling us to dive into oceans of warmth
and perhaps maybe then and only then will others
see the warmth in these very waters and dive
after us with glee, and a joy that would never
be properly expressed except by them, and in
their own voice, moving and flowing all
throughout this world, the fight against darkness,
burns forever, our light lifted toward heaven,
emblems, signs of peace, little lights reach
most dear in the heart of God,
the smallest of these lights always is what saves the world
as a bard, there was never any needs at all
for me to sing of the pain in hearts,
the turmoil that occurred, when death first
entered this world at the will of the serpent,
the world was born in darkness, but will forever
be in the future, judged by fire,
after the demons learned that men could act
as their mind-slaves, the torment within the hearts
of men grew, as wars were fought,
unwittingly following the commands of the
eight Kings of Hell, the servants of that Dreadful King,
who spoke his name in secret were few,
until the Dark Lord in secret began to plan
his path to control the entire world,
the path he devised he would walk would be
perilous, but full of opportunities to take
and gain, and to be worshipped, if any single
part of his plan failed, it would spell
disaster, for him because the world for the first time
would be fully aware of his presence and would have visceral hatred
ad hatred that had a name and a target,
and yes, he knew that indeed there would be war,
and to his delight the world would be
divided firmly into the camps of the Servants of God,
and slaves of Paimon,
but in the heart of Paimon, he knew
that the hearts of men were losing all faith
gradually, to the extent that only what was seen
was ever believed, meaning that when men saw
the power of Paimon as King, and also
as a great Giver of Gifts, that nothing would stop him,
and his servants in their quest for Dominion,
the resistance would be easily swept away
the temptation for what men crave was always too enticing
and powerful, but in the mind of Paimon, time was running out,
his one weakness he knew well,
Christ had already become incarnate in this world, and his light filled
all the world, to the extent that all souls,
had to do was call on this light and see
that there was nothing to fear,
the veil between the spiritual and physical world
was paper thin, and sometimes,
the light seeped through, but Paimon knew well,
the only way he could become fully incarnate
in your world was for him to seize power,
by slaughtering innocent souls, and in his demonic madness,
and rage, he began to scout all over the world for the perfect victims,
the nights passed in silence, and for a short while
there was peace in the world,
all wars stopped, because the demons all retreated,
knowing what the Dark Lord was planning,
it was an abomination even to them,
because even demons were born in True Light,
which none of them can ever escape their origin,
they originated in a way that nothing that happens
will change the fact that they are still angels at heart,
just that these same angels are outside the network,
and union of the ones who stayed connected
the network of the demons was always imperfect, and even impractical,
because nothing, could ever in this world hope to replace what God had
established, but in the end, the network of God,
filled all things, permeating all empty spaces in this world of yours,
and the Earth always followed after the state of heaven,
its rhythms were always reflected
in the movements, the dance and the energy,
of all people who lived and thrived in our world
i remembered all of these things
and also the operating power of darkness which
always seeks for dominance, but goes out when
the light approaches, itself nothing more than a privation of all
that is good,
and precious, darkness itself is nothing, all we need is to see so we
can scramble out of all prisons with unlocked doors and into the world
which always welcomed us like family, 
the pattering rain never fades
and its consequence is passing time lost--in my dreams, every soul fades
but all i can hear is the pattering
of the last shades of rain
crawling up to visit us again
where they were and where they return the fire burns in the winter light
home is a place where we find true life despite our many days apart
the seasons will bring us here again
to a home--where we can watch them go on forever--holding all thing
in the arms of our family
and that is what all stories ever told
a life to live and a love to hold
when seasons pass--we grow old
but always more in love
but the forces of the demonic never
had any concern at all for the life in
the veins of families
when the demons fell to earth,
they without hesitation
turned families against each other,
overwhelming flood of turmoil,
families are the cycle, passion
and meaning of life itself,
at the destruction of
what was precious the wicked souls always rejoice,
before Paimon first ruled
this world without mercy,
there was the Bright Prince,
and his father, the King ruled with justice
and peace reigned in the Kingdom
for as long as anyone could remember,
the Bright Prince learned the arts of temperance,
and wisdom, learning of all arts
and sciences,
and understanding these same arts, taking all
of their lessons to heart, reading the
Psalms as well and taking new wisdom from them,
The Prince and all the people for a time were happy,
however, not all things last forever,
and when the hearts of men are corrupted,
they easily are swayed to betray in some cases
even the dearest of friends,
the calamitous end of the Kingdom was
coming, in secret The Dreadful King plotted,
to overthrow this Kingdom and then, at last,
the world itself, untold misery
would come to the world, starting with the King's family,
The Bright Prince, himself was unaware
of what was about to happen, and even
if he knew not a soul would believe him,
he for hours would sit under the.shade
of an Oak Tree, reading stories about the past,
the Rise and decline of the Roman Empire,
as well as the great works of the poets,
the tale of Odysseus, the Wayward Soul,
forever longful to return home,
but in his heart of hearts knew it would never
happen, as well as the tale
of the Maharabata
the story of the wars of the houses of India,
in the far East of Old,
and he never stopped devouring
these books,
and time was never kind to him,
at nineteen years of age, at the end of his school years, he was bewildered by the world
itself and tantalized by its poverty,
sometimes he desire to simply relinquish his crown and to live another life in another place

he would of course obtain his wish,
but not in the way he imagined,
eventually, betrayed and exiled,
from crown and Kingdom,
he would never return, and the followers
of that Dreadful King would flood the halls
where his people assembled, and mock him,
they had seized control over the castle
and squandered the resources of the Kingdom,
they slaughtered the King and
the only royalty yet living
was the Bright Prince,
although he had to flee far away,
in hopes of saving his life, an outcast in his
own lans, his people in his own Land,
his people betrayed him,
bewitched by unnatural magic
they squeezed complete control,
and squandered the resources, led by
the one who had first invoked the name
of Paimon,
Ramses, in his heart, desired power and control,
over his former friend, the Bright Prince
and he would find all of these things to be sure,
but do not be mistaken,
after years of basking in the stolen riches,
of what was not his own, time itself betrayed him,
and never did he find a single moment
of satisfaction, after the ultimate, and
irrevocable betrayal of a dear friend,
in the name of his own desires,
and Paimon himself walked Ramses through
justifying all of these things in his mind,
but eventually the truth would catch up to him at
the time all secrets would be revealed,
the wolves that followed Ramses, thrived in
the darkness, and his followers
at will could transform from wolf to man,
at the invocation of Baal, another Demon,
the Dreadful King himself had taught them to invoke and their foolishness would be their undoing, because they called on forces
which they could neither understand
in any meaningful way at all,
nor could they reason with them,
the forces of Hell they would learn,
had their own will and plans, devised only
to benefit their deep seated, desire for control,
The Bright Prince after learning of all of these things
began to abandon his hope,
his calling within the World was over,
because after his kingdom was taken from him,
as the only true son of the King,
he spent his nights immobilized,
and his days performing the labors
of a slave,
as the Prodigal Prince, the road itself would be his
home as well, was only the road,
drifting from place to place and never working
the same job for more than a month,
the days were tedious and his labor was never rewarded and he only grew more in debt,
and thought of how far he had fallen and he thought
"If only when I fled, I had taken any one of my precious rings with me, I could have sold it
and would never have to work again,
when he was younger his value
was recognized
by all and now on no one had the time to listen,
and his master would constantly complain
about the speed and quality of his labor,
and as a man with a cruel heart would strike,
the Bright Prince across the cheek and he would turn the other cheek,
a hunger in his heart outweighed the hunger in his stomach,
ancient forces had awoken in this world and
vicious and savage war was about to begin
he knew so in his heart but the
thoughts echoed forever in his mind after
reflecting upon all these events
that war would come and it would be
a war unlike all others, of fire,
consuming all things
there would be no more bitter conflict
than the forces of heaven pitted against those of hell,
hatred against peace of heart,
glory against dread,
but there would be no way
that pain would not find its end in despair
anger finds its attachment to all creatures
and if allowed will stay with them forever
never to leave or even ask to leave
only will leave if forced out
the victims within this world stood silent
as the overpowering winds of violence sought
to overthrow their lives, leaving nothing
but beauty only ever was meant to last for a time
one joy cannot last forever
because all joys are flowing on forward,
in their rhythm and patterns of battered time
pains calls out and joy answers the pain
sufficient is grace to cover my heart
and shield it from disaster
in this world we are those with open hearts
forever reaching out for those we cannot see
as if always desiring to tread through the scorching flames
and nothing will stop me