I can see you tired and trapped,
Once wide eyed now layered with degradation,
Regret is found deep in a stream of lies,
A lord amongst insects must only survive.

Oh you heavens in which dwell the angels of vexation and horror,
execute thy judgment, the will of the Highest!
Behold the face of your God the beginning of being,
whose eyes are the brightness of faith and glory.
Lost are you to thee who do not dispose all things according to the providence of Him,
that sits on the Holy Throne, that nature has not formed.
For I know the confounding of the Earth,
It repents me that I made Man.
May the labor of their deceit be stricken and defaced, for it is the work of heretics.
May desolation consume the earth because she is the bed of a Harlot,
and the dwelling place of Him that is Fallen.  
Mighty is my word for it is which reigns over the Nations of Judgment.
For it is I which delivers you from the darkness of fear,
and it is I which condemn you to the final abyss.
Greater is my brilliance then the flames of Hades, and look yee all to the final judgment.

Can the depths of knowledge partake with you,
who bow to the Laws of Death?
Weak are thee from the clay of the profane.
Bite thy tongue from pronouncing, that which is sacred.
For I know whom govern the Holy Throne,
I know the foundation upon which the 12 kingdoms stand,
for my hand is as the shadow of righteousness and wrath which reigns over the Nations of Justice.
For it is I, that deliver you by the balance of understanding.
Greater is thy breath then the manifold winds and mighty is the wings of the Cherubim that arise in the breath of thy creation.

Adore and praise the glory of the sacred chamber,
for it is the brilliance of the heavens that has clothed you in robes of splendor.
For I know the strength in where man rejoices,
I know the Tabernacle of comfort, where is the beginning of glory.
I know where rings the beauty of the ****** voice that echoes in the winds,
Arise and sing forth thy acclaim, for my cup is that which brings forth a kingdom of joy not to be measured.
It is I that decorate thee with ornaments and flowers in their fullest beauty and reign over the Nations of Mercy.
Brilliant is thy face upon the deep and mighty is thy heart above the nations

Behold and tremble at the face of thy inequity.
Hide thy eyes from the sight of the most Holy.
For I know the house of blasphemy and filth.
I know the dwellers in the abyss of sorrow,
and I know your guilt and shame.
Arise and reveal your transgressions,
for my voice is as thunder and reigns over the Nations of Truth.
For it is I, that deliver you with the sword of knowledge,
and govern over the Holy Ones in the halls of Glory.
Stronger are thy feet than barren stones
and mighty is thou back to bear the burden of humanity.

Oh Grand Architect of the Universe hear your children’s call!
We reverently invoke thy blessing at this the face of the deep.
Invoke in me divine powers of thee!
Let all wickedness and evil invisible be banished from your servants keep.
The hangman equals death! The Devil Equals death! Death equals death!

Here Death his sacred seal hath upon his icy brow set,
Given into sorrows of bright and by-gone hours;
Oh children, see the dead we mourn, are with us yet,
And more than ever ours.

Ours, a long forgotten glory by the pledge of love and faith;
By to lay upon your breast in the hopes of heaven on high;
By trust, and faith we shall triumphant over death,
In immortality, is all found within a child's eye !

He wandered amongst the midday twilight peak;
In his window glared a formative feline,
I was once lost in it,
But then recommended a fine smile to my deliberated agenda,
Oh how the world inquires beyond thee,
Like a nimble breeze amongst a flame,
Upon a strained vigil sanity keep,
Upon my own reflection revelation came.