Omnidirectional flaming sword
Entrance by Man is abhorred
The Cherubs zealously protect the territory
They sing one to another Man’s sorry story
Attain holy keys in order to enter
Restricted from every which kind of dissenter
Open the Logos up to our minds
Allow it to breath the way it’s designed
Suffocating in Exile and Expulsion
Our contempt still not leading to revulsion
Abundant compassion poured upon our heads
Like the miserable showers rained upon the dead
Lift these dry bones that have been left to rot
Lift these stones to prove You’ve not forgot
Pishon, Gihon, Perat, and Chiddekel
Elusively near, a geographic speckle
One day the gates shall open wide
Our sins will have been cast aside
Everyone attaining prophetic degrees
Free of the falling mystical debris
Truth will ring throughout 70 lands
Having conquered all of time’s sands
The River of Life within our grasp
While we draw in final gasps
Across the precipice into another realm
Like Aminadav’s son I will take the helm
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