The Nation of the Glorious Turnip

So I wrote down some stuff in my little notebook and it reminded me of yeats, probably because I used the line Cloth of heaven in there, but I liked it all the same.

What passes for those in the fulcrum of silent blindness?
As the devil wears the cloth of heaven madness will ascent the gates up high.
Witness the attire wither in sadness, He is what He is.
Yet the demon does not befit the musings of a hapless child in wonder.
A perilous conviction;
War shall tear the fabric of divinity and the abyss
will overflow with but an innocent affliction of the fanatic beast.