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.
Copyright © Lynn Abrams | Year Posted 2006
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