The pain and suffering of the saints will not go in vain; unto the multitudes they shall be redeemed for their works that held the weight of galaxies.

Inherently seeking the truth from the womb; knowing their heavenly abode was a moment’s breadth away.

Grasping at the continuum to solidify the footsteps trodden by his Holy Ones; Truly, rejoice unto the Maker of the Waters for he shall return.

His enemies tremble in fear of rebuke; Mine servant reverses the curses cast by ritual they knew not.

For the sword is double edged; etched into stone the fiery quill that writes in the midst of the throne room.

Who speaketh in tongues anymore? Who casteth stone upon any man? Wherewith or what beast layeth in the field when monster is slayed before him.