Commanded

Lord, you know my heart and the depths od my conviction,
Seeking only Your counsel for the decreed direction.
Not going to deny Your appointment of my cherished wisdom,
Gaurding the Ark to You in the Indians prism.
The sunshine helixes the bloodstone to Stonehenge,
Not going to allow my fate to hide my revenge.
Righteous anger is the balancing to keys that command,
Never giving up the plans that Your mansion demands.
All the ballrooms and kitchens filled with Your celestials,
Cosmos revolve to paint the Heaven's through periphrials.
Masks cast away to reveal my true intentions of prophecies,
Pillars of existance are witnessed throughout the philosophy.
Armies converge upon the hills of the Valley of the Skull,
My chalice filled with the intoxicating wine of Jehovah is brimming overkill.
Valhalla rests with the warriors stitched immortality,
Mirrors polish the smudged lenses of dimensionality.