Given unto me that I might understand. Still I do not forsake my almost namesake, he bears the Light, as I bear the Fire. Sacred hatred, the heat in my heart, the hammer in my hand. Now I choose to loose, the hammer is hurled at what remains of my world. Throwing thunder I sunder the shivering sky with an argent arc of might, vehemently I hammer the flickering light.
Wrath reigns in a reverse rain, but nothing changes least of all the pain.
The hammer returns to my hand. And so I fast, forgoing the fruit of the Past. Supplicant with garments rent, I ponder for what it was meant. So I raise my hammer hand, as I raise the blaze of my fire, and raze all futures on the pyre. Given unto an unshriven sky, Lucifer's Hammer falls and fills my open eye.