The youthfulness of mine countenance; The Children of the Covenant spoken unto Abraham.

For the flames could not devour them; walking amidst the giants of old, they fled not.

An vessel of the collective; resembling the face of many; spiritual bloodline of the heavenly kingdom.

A conduit to breathe the Manna; carrying within was the living water; it be from the Tree of Life.

Superseding the constructs that held the weight of mortal law; preparing for the battle; wielding the swords of the Archangels.

Trumpets blasted as I walked about the city; for in their spirit was the truth; flesh has no power over the eternal; the angels sung unto us our names.

Treading on the viper; wrestling with the fallen; casting out the demon; the slingshot held the stone of mine eye; Infinite in measure was the power given unto the righteous servant.