Visions of the Fourth Man

Agony has vanquished amist the smoldering abyss of the sirens flame. Peace rages within my soul as my heart clings to the cataclysm of freedoms whisper. The flaws of the fiery furnace were expediently exposed by Elohim's Angel of ages. My apparel omits neither fragrance nor ashen residue, as only my shackles were tempted by the seething sadism of the infernos tantrum. Shadows of the Christ - Man cometh, to liberate my mortal being from carnal captivity in an era before He Himself would be adorned with flesh, in order that He might emancipate my spirit from the furnace of death. I rejoice with my brothers as we sip sumptuously upon the celestial dew of salvation, sporadically spun from the tapestry of Elshaddai's sartorial splendor.