Geizael, and The Serpent scaled in Gold.
How's it hanging Chief?
I give life unto thee!
Dare I breathe the good breath of life in thy nostrils?
I do dare such a thing!
Live!
Live!
Live oh great beast of Ages
Give thee new life unto this new born essence of my own and yours
Blessed be this union and sacred speech of power that brings birth unto a new
Live I say!
Live and be the reckoning of disaster and all things evil that protect me and do for thy will
Live I say!
Bring about destruction for all things against thee that wish me ill intent
Be thy staff of immense havoc upon the head of my opponent
That which pertains to me is forever blessed by that which is scaled in Gold, whom bring about great destruction, calamity, ruin, and catastrophe.
I say Live!
Birth I give to thee!
Rise up!
Live I say!
Roar with the beloved darkness that is within thee for thy righteous cause!
Rise up and Live on this new day!
I command you so!
Roar with the great echo of the hollows within thee!
Birth be given to thee!
Roar with the power of thy father!
Do thy will
May all of your kind bow before you and serve thee
And if they serve yee not may they know of thy stature in greatness
About the Creator
Geizael, The Great Wicked Destroyer
Poetry & creative writing based on having an unbiased perspective of perspectives. Spiritual Theories and Transformation of one's own consciousness.
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