The impressions of Doeg, whom slaughtered eight-five priest and their families
Always wanting to play tug of war, to keep me from my reason
Entangled inside black emeralds of broken glass....
Smiling as I reflect upon it all; these years of recent past
While spending the evening communing, composed compromise, with "My Father!"
To lift this burden from my shoulders, depredations despicable deposits
Never wanting to let go; for Lucifer knows if he does, woes will soon there follow....
Oh how he makes me laugh, sometimes, as he bedazzles them with his dance?
This infective irony, always trying to lure me within, his chalice of chant; Satan
Watching deliriums dangling decry from below, until, "The High Priest Melchizedek" arrives ~
A shield also reminding me once again, that my war is not with flesh and blood!
Humanities curtain calls of puppets, mastered, amid demoniacs decaying hands
Desensitized hypocaustic hypnosis, always peering through the keyholes, of let me in....
But everything has a reason I am also reminded; as not all, can remain within ones own mind
Greater visions must be held, in quest; these mountains cast, beyond "The Crest of Light" ~
Standing upon the cliffs golden edge, watching Moses pronounce, "The Glory of God!"
Behold, the transfiguration of changing tides....
Faith has brought me here, to these shores across from Galilee
To taste the souls of such, as Legion once was, dwelling, amongst the tombs
"Be still," trinomials turbulent winds, and crash upon me, your pain no more
Slashed by this slicing blade, barriers of illusions, forever gone
"Lazarus, come forth," He said, that you may know, dead, is the sting of death
As I cast it back into the wind of lost, from whence, it truly came....
Trouble me not henceforth, for "The Holy Temple" has risen
And no beast shall stand before, unmarked, by these scorching flames!
Smiling to myself as I laugh, inside, at the foolishness, of hades' eyes
Scattered, as I walk with Melchizedek once more, beyond the passing
Of this Red Seas ways....
These shadows of sacrilege, never again, shall they call my name
Among there valley of soon to be's forever, and eternal grave!
My enemy is not humanity, flesh or blood; nor am I, but a hopeless dream
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"~No! Not even if ten thousand demons, were about my side
The transfiguration, of, these changing tides....
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