Brethren Of A King

Father of Light, bestow Thy peace upon the vessels pitched and sparks within hearts closely pressed together, forbid no more grief unto Thy fields of Blood, and the trouble of the Achaicus bring unto a joyful end. Thine Sorrowing within sadness as He that troubles the troubler within the valley of troubles, possesses as one that takes a rat, bruising the creatures preparing, revenging upon the creatures confirming. If Achish, thus it is, how is this, Brother of Death? Trouble adorned; bursting the Veil of poison and tricks, the Achshaph of the Achzib exposed, as a liar lying for one that runs from the Testimony of the Assembly. An Assembly ornament of Beauty, the Witness of the Lord, the one that draws Water, Poverty, Cloud, and death, the death of red earth, of blood, of a red earthy Human. High and eminent, Vapor My witness, that adorned as prey, so adorned, delicious, this voluptuous basis of foundation, the Lord adorned dainty all Assemblies and Testimonies, this, My witness, My ornament an earthy, red, bloody cloud of Death, a mortal Vapor of pleasure and delight, My Eternal Rest within the Lightning of the Lord. The Lord of Lightning, the Lord is My Master, the Lord is raised, My Lord is Most High, a Lord of Might and Elevation. The Justice of the Lord is the Strength of the Seas and their Beauty, their Power, their Cloak, their Glory, and their Grandeur, all beneath the Power of the King. The Court of Death attempts to divide the Flock of God, and their Testimony, their Prey, and their Ornament of Bloody Things, praised and praiseworthy. A Cloud within a fountain, within His Eye, as a Locust within the Fathers Joy or Feast upon a roof or upper floor, as a Stranger, one that Fears the Deepness of a Valley, one who causes great Pain at His Birth, yet a King, hero-like, unto the Strangers gathered together, as an Uncle, or Fathers Brother, a smiling Brother, a meadow of a sweet Savor unto another Host. The last Sorrow, a Brothers sheep, trusting in Me, a grown-up Brother, a Prince, a Head, a Chief of Essence, the Being of Generations, one that takes or possesses the Divine Seizure, the Vision of the Lord, boldly proclaiming "My Brother, My Brethren, Brother of the Lord". Though not a Mothers Brother, a Brother of a Nation, a Brother of Wine, a Brother of Assistance, and not a Brother of Vanity or of Darkness, but of Joy, or of Praise.