Cursed

Imperiled not with registries default God's seamless centering, a placate of my vault that hauls this priceless cargo, faith's result to give away or own, my thought's assault! Consistent, this curse ages, spreads its malt to thicken life's dissension, mine revolt! The time be now, no edge-way can occult and bring to ruin God's plan for my consult! Still chosen, though the voice of fate's insult is erring, mainly focused on God's halt, my enemies injustice, rueful salt does reason only temperance, I exalt ~ God's covenant, obey . . . masters my fault!