God Be My Judge

For time be 
A fickle mistress
Upon the lot

Your glory be known
But to whom,
Knoweth your truth?

I shall not utter words
To thine disservice.

An echo
Of ages beheld
Of those that cometh
Before thee.

You gown be of light
A blinding severance.

With judgment herald
And omnipotence be magnified.

Your crown
Be of creations unknown
Sparkling into realms unholy.
For they shall know your might!