Essence and the moon

Who am I, the moon with no light of it's own
Prominence in black velvet skies
It wounds me deeply as you speak to my soul
The realization of existence unfolds

A whore with no warmth and no place to call home
The moon reflects the glory of the sun
As willed, some are brought to life
You can only share a gift if you have been given it
Radiance of white and pearls of lights are nothing in comparison

When they behead me I wish only for light to spew
Forth from my neck

Destruction will come swiftly
Even the stubborn will fall
The tree that won't give up it's leaves
Moon boasting glory not of their own

Their ruin will be smitten throughout the universe
Wraith will strike them down
Many bodies and souls, the mountains will fall
You are being foretold

When they behead me I wish only for light to spew
Forth from my neck
So in the vast darkness on earth, maybe another shall see
The truth that has been revelead

Like the heat of a tear drying sun
The complete eternal sacrifice of the son cannot be undone
The sun, moon, and stars, entwined with a heavenly glow
Such a foul and sacred creatures is not worthy
A heart of flesh, ears that may hear, and eyes that truly see
Lord willing you shall receive
What do I have to give? Take everything
Leave nothing I do not need

In essence there is death until your heart is replaced
Freed from you frozen chains
A fleshly transplant your coin may not buy
And your actions cannot sway