The Lost Book Of Enki II of III (I Am God Of Knowledge)

I must humble myself in the midst of quiet storms
My relatively words to ponder stretch from Kingdom to Kingdom to vast lands and barren farms to hopefully keep the frigid air warm
The crown jewel I stand in grace to give souls reprisal or justice in any form
The water unto my skin, I baptized unto the calling of my life
Promised to the stars, the moon, and the earth never to bring mankind strife
With the hand or mouth in haste with malice Cain unto Abel strikes
Never to surrender to ignorance of others who cause discord and hide rocks behind the rife
 
I am the Heavens said the Lord, and vengeance is mine, when looking at fallen Angels who have escaped to the abyss of Hell
The Bible, the Torah, the Holy Quran, scriptures to quench the thirst of knowledge from destiny’s wishing well
Read it and believe it
Toss a coin in the air let it fall to the soil where you can watch the serpent chasing its own tail
  
In the element of sunshine, blue skies, happier times
Celebration round tables with seated children, cheers of glasses clicking of adults, toasts with sips of vintage wine
Nail guns heard, plywood covering for protection, sandbags stacked
Stadiums filled with citizens’ worried minds wondering what would be left when they come back
 
Do atheists scream out, ‘Oh God’ when the lights go out, and cries of death are heard
When no lamb blood is smeared above their doorframes in Jesus’ name
That Dove and the Grim Reaper searching for last breaths, hoping their life will be spared not fallen by the rebirth of a soaring bird
No more inhales and exhales unto this life to give, no more heartbeats, no sounds no more spoken words
Do they silently pray to God, while no one can hear their terminal ill thoughts
In the shadow of death, do they cry out to the Lord, be merciful unto them and allow devastation to pass them by, after the Devil they have sought