AN ANGEL OF DARKNESS
I CAN BEAR IT NO LONGER. I MUST CONFESS...
FORGIVE ME, AND ALL OF MY SINS.
THE MADNESS THAT ENSNARES ME - TIED TO THOSE OLD HEINOUS MEMORIES - IS THE cracked mirror OF SANITY.
MY FRAIL HEART, and THE TRIGGER IT PULLED AGAINST MY CONSCIOUSNESS, WAS TOO great.
I am sorry, for I was not strong enough.
Konrad Duvall Cunningham never recovered from a heart condition and his life ended in tragedy. Visions of war from his deployment in Afghanistan and a home filled with pain, his condition grew worse. A man who was so involved with his community, exhibiting love and support, was hiding within the dark recesses of his troubled mind... an emotional suicide.
As the angel of death beckons him to the light, Konrad fights for his redemption. His overwhelming message is exfoliated with latin lyrics and the monstrous twelve thousand pipe organ of the Riverside Church of New York City. Depression destroyed his self, and it poisons many. It is his fight for life that we remember him for, and not how he died. His crown is made of fire, and his message is undying.
"Holy city of giants,
Money, beasts, devils,
The anti-christ is raising,
Oh, father of evil!"
"As I soar through the sky,
I judge those who cross divine planes,
The hourglass slowly expels,
The flame that guides him slowly dies."
The planes beneath,
Will be engulfed,
In flames of incandescent fire!
All the vices,
Of the one redeemed in mire!
Unexplored to those,
Who prey upon the mourn,
And be stricken,
Now and all forevermore!
"Death follows me,
Fear entices thee,
Burning the canvas,
Sears these mortals,
Angel of death takes the first,
Into a grave of thorns,
It is this,
Chosen by he,
For fire is a crown,
To he, the one who is untimely damned!"
("Hail to me!")
Covet into desperation,
Hope, from you, is all in vain,
Strength is fading,
It condemns those who believe that you are free!
Thy spirit consumes the pure of heart,
It is the essence of thy art,
Quite deadly my blood boils,
Bringing an end to this turmoil,
It has taken me to a place beyond darkness,
A void of emptiness,
Is yet filled with the phlegm of the dead,
And It brings all to tears!
I am the ghost,
I walk through walls.