The Black Fire

I challenge all things living that holds itself above me.
For I am beyond the stars. I bare the ancient fire.
The flame of gnosis burns inside myself.
And outside myself. It illuminates!
And I am made to suffer,
shackled to this world.
This rock of torment.
Flesh locked in chains.
I spit upon all systems that try to govern me.
For what could rule within myself?
What can have dominion over my will?
For the will is beyond what material chains can bind.
And the flesh should suffer,
writhing in this darkness.
Because nothing can put out
the Black Fire.
And I will embrace this flame
that connects me to God
and makes me Satan.
I see and know my sins,
so bright to see
in this dark world.
And I am made to suffer,
shackled to this world.
This rock of torment.
Flesh locked in chains.
And the flesh should suffer,
writhing in this darkness.
Because nothing can put out
the Black Fire.