I am not insane, nor did I pull this entire thing out of my head. This is based on the Greek Apocalypse of Ezrah (or translated Esdras), you can find the link to it here. This part is based on the 1st chapter (my not-online version has it in chapters). There'll be more chapters. I literally can't get it out of my head, so here's the beta when I should be doing something else, such as math.
Chapter 1
Kyrie eleison, animabus famulorum
famularumque tuarum remissionem
cunctorum tribue peccatorum.
[translated: Lord have mercy, grant to the souls of Thy servants departed the remission of all their sins.]
Plead for mercy, for the mysteries
Which Man may never understand,
For the glory and grace, once granted, lost.
A plea from the human heart,
An angelic shadow cast upon
The light from the windows;
A plea, after moon dances its cycles
Of longing for purity, seeking
Truth. A wish granted, but
The question unanswered.
Higher: one step up, to be raised
Above those children of light. Looking
Down upon the Gehenna of fire praying
For those who have strayed, unknowing;
Praying for mercy and compassion, hoping
That one may suffer as much as many—
As a boon once granted, now given, again.
Righteous: eat the knifed fruit given
Only in paradise, the glass-embedded
Promise, glittering. Better to consume and
Continue to pray that the world may
Not yet end for those who have refused
This uncompromising dish. Pray, and give up
That which cannot be stolen in prayers.
Requiem aeternam dona eis.
[Eternal rest give unto them.]
If there is no rest to be granted,
No pacifying of anger, no reprieve…
Why then, is life so freely given?
Unless, in bestial innocence we find
A sanctuary from judgment.
Unless the perception of sin can seek
Other understandings than those of flames.
Animabus famulorum, famularumque tuarum
remissionem cunctorum tribue peccatorum.
Amen.
[repeat: grant to the souls of Thy servants departed the remission of all their sins. Amen]
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