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.