Mother Meta-Maria,
The Great Ocean of Sorrow
Whence I borrow,
My Tears of Existence.
The depths of your loss,
Create upon Earth,
An illusion of forgiving.
While you exact your revenge from
Heaven.
This Great Ocean of Sorrow,
Is no longer bound to Earth,
But to the Heavens as well,
One with Night’s timely waters.
Your Earthly cry for justice,
May only come from The Void,
Merging you with Chaos,
And all that She embodies.
Those who take Your symbol lightly,
Will feel Your Nightly Wrath,
As they ignore the Natural Order,
Seeking to hold water without vessel.
You are The Holy Spirit,
Giving to those who seek the Truth,
While diminishing those who seek
You in your finite forms.
You have become Inconsolable Time,
That Black Ocean of Chaos,
Which does not forget nor forgive.
Weeping the Forever Fountain upon The Void.
Your Children will return from Heaven,
To exact what is True upon Earth.
For Judgement day is indeed every day,
Living in your motherly mercy.
Your nude body of dark ethereal blue,
Will remind us to pay our dues to You.
Lest we forget and receive
The Nights Touch.
You are the Mother of my mothers,
Relentless and Raw. Silent and Solemn.
Purest of the pure in your vastness,
Where the stars become your salt.
Night Mother Meta-Maria,
The Trinity is now complete.
Upon this Good Friday,
Your children walk behind your wake,
Learning from our mistake.