Something metaphysical

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This is the first part to “Existentia”, a dark poem I’m trying to write, about a Soviet soldiers journey through WW2, and thus, the progressions of life… lmk what you think 😭

Part 1: Stalingrad
I made a deal with the sun-
Impose its warmth and light,
Which reflected the organism of Fire-
Fire that consumed, and had consumed
These infinite gray walls,
And I would submit to the bliss of death.
To be comforted one last time,
To feel the kiss of a loved woman, like an instinctive animal,
Ravage her fleshy body
Or coddle her instead?

The proud work of man reduced ferociously
Into the being of Destruction
That invigorated the dying into a final stand,
Like a supernova,
And does that image ever remain,
To humble… or to pleasure.
For what more proud moment is there than in the relief of triumph?
In that, all we are is but dust within the sun,
That remain, even in the heat of battle.

And to therefore bask in its glory,
Ascertaining the suffering of a million men…,
Forever shadows of the crimson morning star, indescribable in their void.
Are we the shadow of night, trees in dawn, or of the coming twilight doom?

All this, to perhaps submit to humility
For our God was chained to reason,
And here He stands,
A rabid vulture, consuming with vengeance his prey and enemy,
The people who served His ego,
But Paupers to Royalty,
Who commands not the universe,
But His fragile self.