Before the slice of moon, a far strike knives
As a teased Lucifer, charged to appear
Stabbing the bend by thunder taunting near;
And pointed burn a cycle full survives.
Choked in the smoke breathe the sacrificed lives
Dread to the sliver glowing God eyed sphere
That seems to ****** a flash to now and here
To part the air by beam inverting fives.
Numberless one of God tempting renown
Slashes to times the cut to next that fames
First division defied- then kingdom come
In a bladed bolt that's called to shock down
For the eye, as a black sworn father aims
The dagger stroke at his lamb, bound and mum.