The Sweetest Of Tyrants - Willing but not ordained

Back towards the gate, the sky rained hell on all that was plains.
He beckons you to call his name and bring forth such fury.
Now in my time, my time of dying, cold arms collect my soul
Sings his holy song while the forest burns slowly;
Our green mother shakes and rumbles,
That often hither falls the sinner's soul,
Breaks frail when the swelling becomes too
much to bear. I heard sweat Rosemary spill out my secrets,
said no more, and my flesh was forlorn beneath the sun,
diffusing all sweat dripped from pores.
So lie there quick, St. Peter will wait forever.
Wherewith this southern pole is all aflame,
Crystal diamonds melt to dust, the heat is now and will be,
Cells disperse into a billion feathers; thick and blessed with chrome.
Wings cut the night where stars fall low.
And as I hope to go on high, I swear,
Your honored stock has never put aside,
Its fair preeminence of purse and sword.
Our reptilian race will come and ask for honor,
My unexpected jurisdiction will overflow, tsunamis will be put to shame,
The holy paradise will ignite my flock.
Now lie to me, dear Rose, I'll live on and on,
We'll sail on fairer waters; Waves are exiled, ripples are banned.
I wont upset the cosmos, but heal the wounded, purple hearts.
Heaven, agape your gates and let me in, 
Shower for two weeks straight, and I'll say my goodbyes.

The thunder wore bright red coats, all dressed in vile.
Your love will immure me, confine within the walls of lust.
I ask of Dane,"If you would save me from these woes and worse."