Two Phantoms

Rules provoke me to break them as they flaunt themselves as dominate.
It's for these reasons my uniqueness of style asserts itself so prominent.
But rest assured the essence I'm issuing rests not in this topic.
I only mention as prerequisite this point, 
which to the rest in comparison is so microscopic.
The real topic which to my soul is so nourishingly trophic,
is one so oft, dare ye not to scoff, referred of as Gothic.
By me anyway, 
as I gaze upon God in the skies, in disguise.
As one discovers a disguise, for as this implies, would remove a diss leaving only the guise.
How ironic then that this "guise" remaining resides itself, upon being defined, as disguised.
Guise, disguise, of either term is implied, that the one within it covers, or hides.
So two phantoms, which logic defy, 
arrive at an intersecting conclusion one may derive.

Decide not to writhe within some chide guilt, 
fretting over the place of ones faith ye should so happen to be inclined to abide.

For masked is the divine intent of universal intellect and of this state shall it remain.
What then of our bold seekers whose aspirations for truth continue to refute conventional things, without fain?
I suspect this innate curiosity to be intentional, and though certain they'll befriend disdain, 
the inmates enslaved to this duty of societal reframe,
are predestined to leave the conventional wisdoms slaughtered and slain.
After all, it twas not I who programmed for myself mine very own brain.  
So would say ye woe to me if infinite wisdom I see at fault and destiny to blame? 

Certainly you would, as is of human nature to cling with ferver to things familiar.
Perhaps though it might be possible that a sift of humanity is envoking evolution, much like the caterpillar.
Metamorphisizing those lowly dwarfs in hiding, 
is the rising intent of our Divine Distiller.
Thus for lack of nomenclature those slated to stake their belief in the unfamiliar, 
shall equate to be raked unto "The Great Asimilar."

For what deity finds their thrill in your resignation to inherited, placid, bewilder?
I ask you skilled sir is there still cure for the nilled pure whose instilled lure, 
leads to chilled sure things that the impure brings
Toward that place one may see fire invert to gushing springs, which joy in lush brings led by the Sire of all such things,
to the myre of blessings
Those who unwaned in desire, 
plodded and endured the unknown,
feeling wholly in entirety of stings, 
on the path to reach the land surely required to be roamed.

Be it safe for me to follow these paths of the night,
would not I more firmly secure my soul if remaining in the light?
Fair questions be these and to they I reply to continue forth and take sight.

Of the first Phantom I observe him wearing the night as his mask.
Not known as one of a reputation very tender, 
thus is born His beauties obfuscation,
then I keenly observed His light rendered, 
in quite splendor His beauties justification,
as one basks in the freedom of sincerity of self, lacks a theme of comparison for self, laughs obscenely in a wealth of shamelessness as one sins and is found blameless maintaining all inner morality but handing over holiness for confiscation.  
For authenticity of oneself is a God given freedom, and oneself revealed, through solemn contemplation.
I contemplated self and realized, sometimes you've got to cave to temptation.

Of the second Phantom I'm nearly intoxicated in His light.
I take note of a grace and generosity vastly emmense,
practically carved as though to a perfect mold I find no defect upon my first gazes entrance.
Furthering His glory, His love never relents,
but upon deepening gaze I conclude of the darkness' detection,
for confiscated is thy peace of mind forevermore when inheriting His plight as an inevadable sight when inescapably taking measure between He and your own might.
Don't dare seek Him to close or be ensnared in fright,
for this ever loving light, blows His temper like dynamite.
It's not enough for a life of suffering and one death to say goodnight, His love is clingy and demands to hold your soul in submission eternally, and hold it tight!

So basically what I'm hearing is both paths equate to darkness.
How could such evident truth go unnoticed with such a starkness?

Perhaps not appropriate is now such a time for irony,
but with refrained humor I understand why it was so aptly named Dante's Comedy.
Be not careless, so as to interpret such truths as products of tyranny.
It is of the divine will that such things have passed through history so silently.
So finally, the mystery of the dual Phantoms has begun its unraveling.
Though, still somewhat unclear is which road one ought abode if found traveling.
For what it's worth I'll spare my two cents and share my glints,
with high hopes to spare a few gents of my nightmarish stints,
if you can bare with my further blathering.

Get off of the road, and get in the groove if you want life to improve.
And hey,
I'll gratefully take all your 10% donations if finding yourself inclined to.