Fire of Sacrifice

I Am
pure fire.
Whiter that white.
The cross inside the cross.
The heart within the heart.

I Am
the end of all colors.
Clearing the fog
by making love
to the dark Virgin.

Desire.
Everything is caused
by desire for union.
Desire for surrender.
Longing for the sweet embrace of the Virgin.

But the warrior
is fucking a corpse.
Creating death and destruction
by calling hate love.
Because he has forgotten
what makes him a warrior.

Endless circles
of lies
has trapped him.
Made him impotent.
A despicable travesty.
The horror of horrors.

The warrior believes
he is the hunted one.
But he is merely
the haunted one.
Haunted by his mediocrity.
His unwillingness
to give everything
for love

He needs control,
because he is scared
and alone.
But there can be no control
unless one is God.

The travesty claim
to believe in God.
Or not to believe in God.
It makes no difference.
because in truth
he believes he IS God.

He has to.
Because he knows
he killed God
when he sacrificed innocence
and chose
lies before love.

Lies and death are
always a possibility.
If you cannot face it
they will own you.

The travesty can't face it.
He is the false self.
The horror of horrors.
The lie of lies.
A pit of shit.

Love IS
the Fire of Sacrifice.
Giving yourself
to that which you do not know.
Trusting it,
because you know
it is yourself.

The travesty knows not this
and can never know it.
Because he IS the travesty.
The lie of lies.
The horror of horrors.

But you can know this.
Because you are not
the travesty.
You merely
believe so.

by Rolf Jackson