Fields of midnight(for those in wait)

 I can feel you out there past the border, the limits.
You wait out there and worship me for some reason.
Am I your Magus? your indistinct light bringer?
Your will to follow me, hidden in the deep changeable chasms of your psyche.
Am I not just random? Not just a piece of fiction dreamed up...
 to combat a difficult day behind those crinkled brows of yours,
 that call me down from my hilltop throne?

Well no, you've seen my words pass over the earth,
 like I myself used to back in the day.
Silent and invisible, unseen even.
 You wait out there in your places.
You seem to want to seek me.
 The answers I give you might shock you.
Turn your stomach and make you question your loyalty to me.

Inevitably you'll see as you disappear and sink back into your mundane existence,
 that I forked the truth.
 Like the snake tongue,
 Like my finger running along those hundred scales.
Hell like my stomach growling with the snake's twelve hungers.
And lets go now to your hunger!
I Placed the fork in your mouth with the food on it,
 the food you begged for,
without penetrating soft skin!
Didn't I?
No more, no less.
Yet painted with the colors of a demon, I am!!!!

If this was sustenance to you,
 surely you wait by the fence,
 where the rest of the cattle dare not go, Why do you dare?
You wait there to get a better view of me.
A better view of the creature or the so called magus some of you out there call me,
Where the grass is out of reach, plenty, long and juicy.
 The onlookers starve from the eyes as is the way of their personal purgatories.
 Running through them like an ebola.

Yet none of us here on this side of the fence, feast on that grass.
 My kind creates the cities of light, the spiritual cement.
 The progression of the ultimate dreams.
The physical greatnesses where one leaves the earth knowing they have had their fill...
 And given it too.

You see shadows pouring out of my lair, so you dub me evil
You see the world hang upside before it inverts into it's perfect order,
 so dub me the catastrophic.
The barbwire keeps you in,
 But I have made a hole big enough for you and the ignored ones.
So that you may mosey on over into this reality,
 before they sew it up with their low carbon steel.

Then you can stand before me and look me in the eye.
Share your truth and pledge yourself to mine. 
For truth is all I want from you.
The arousing crushing truth.