Master of Ending

I am the form in the diplomat of nothing the darkest crypt of heaven the sanctions of hades torment those promises spent for fear and destruction expedite the political deceits of religious egress I am the skeletal mayhem of fed self-importance the ever shade in the light of life vampire of the seasons with cold chill and the wasted scythe laid claim upon pages of deception I am the confrontation of ash the mad barking hound of faith for such contemplation awakens in me the sorrow of you all and the pedantic grief of a tombstones augment I am the ghostwriter of humanity the goad of every impetuous need the pitiful end of every aspiration and every covetous beauty ceased upon I am the mirror of release I am the question the formation of every sparkling drop of enlightenment and through sunless aesthesis I emancipate all who dare to countenance me I am the witness of eternity Or if you would you prefer a tiny voice of terror ?