"Thou art the anointed cherub that covereth; and I have set thee so: thou wast upon the holy mountain of God; thou hast walked up and down in the midst of the stones of fire."
One to anoint, and pray to the Most High.
Reminded as an eagle, to stay high as the sky.
Low to the ground, the scorpion that creeps.
In which, the serpent, begins to hide and seek.
The flames get hot, and the gold is refined.
Reminding you, that God, doesn't need to lie.
Shook to the core, the wings cover thy feet.
A seraph, cool to the touch, who is known to be meek.
The Christ like Star, Sirius is a must.
The Antarian in me, at first sight, looks, then rushed.
Time to punish, Uriel up to bat.
Lower then Hades, Satan picks up the lack of slack.
For facts, so sound, the Elohim then judge.
Engulfing light, like bud, the alcohol, used for fun.
The Jewish like Gentile, some are then saved.
Better to stay, then act, like be brave.
The shade allows the Sun to revolve.
The Hellhound like creatures, that looks like dogs.
The fog, the smoke, the Seraph that burns.
To be bright, is to hurt, the hawk like bird.
Then what occured, so sound, a God that reaps his chosen.
The Nephilim are short, but are tall, when frozen.
Unloaded wit, the cash on demand.
Thank God my kin can see me as a man.