The Warehouse
He is the Singing God ,
the Singularity of Numbers .
His fortress is my stronghold
and His beautiful visage
is the Horn and Shield
that make my enemies to shake
and tremble in fear .
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He drives them to the sea
and casts them down in Silence ,
bound with chains of Regret ,
then tormented by cherubs and
seraphim and glowing purple orbs ,
while a great banquet is laid out before me .
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In forgotten pyramids on
the Mountains of the Moon ,
they heard the Earth tremble ,
as He brought forth fire from His mouth ,
And consumed the Unclean
in a deluge of despair .
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The valleys of their deceit lay exposed
and the temple of their lies
became a sodden field ,
devoid of all human warmth .
Putrid wasteland of misery ,
a mansion blown over with flies .
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As for Jehovah my God ,
He is flawless and perfect .
He is Alpha and Omega .
He raises me to the highest of mountains ,
and guides my Hunter's moon
on the path of His righteousness .
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Only oblivion awaits the profane ,
who put darkness for transcendence ,
and hope for base untruth
and lies that issue forth
from that archangel of sadness ,
bound in chains at the bottom of the pit .
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The wrath of Jehovah
or the beauty of righteous violence ,
Seven star sisters were saved .
Delivered , they pronounced holy judgement and
down into a valley walled of black sheer towering onyx ,
those afflicted souls were cast .
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The Keeper of the Mysteries ,
the Black Madonna and the
first crowned Queen of Egypt ,
now tred the temple path in Paradise ,
where lion lays down with the Lamb
And all expression is as the mind of my god .