Crimes Of Ashur

An Aurora of the North, illuminating the metallic Scorpions, those massed and heaped by Vultures and Ravens, yet then isolated as an Isle of alas's, echoing the question "Where is it?". The crookedness of the hearts foot-prints, supplant themselves upon lewdness, as a seizing chain possesses the hours beheld within Our eyes. The strength of Stags collecting hidden Fountains of Youth, as the Ancients heep Worlds upon the dead, so high this Oak of Weeping, yet the measure so strong, as though hidden within a cluster of Fig trees. Mingling together, labor and iniquity, and the Fear of them within integrity, nursing the truth, sparing the peoples Gift and their dowry, faithfully tutoring a valley, a depth of truth, unto faithful, bitter rebels. Loading weighty strengths upon the robust, those large, extensive, exalted peoples, heaving their sheaves as handfuls of Corn unto one that speaks of Secrets of a mighty Grape, a strong Knot, one who answers the Afflicted. As a collar, this dryness, burning as Wrath, a Fountain ornamented with afflictions answers, in turn, answering the Poverty of the King. A Cloud of Prophecy, of Divination sets apart those separated from answers and Songs excelling others, then answers in a song of affliction unto the strength or sorrow of people. Answerings and singings, gracious unto one who gives the afflicted as an Adversary unto Christ, the humble one who answers, as speedy as a Chariot, for all, or against all, the answers and songs of afflictions. Exclusions of separation, from a root dividing or rendering rapid torrents of strength, as a blowing, uncovering the Revelation of the Hidden. Perdition and Destruction destroying the one who destroys, the Destroyer of Productive and Fruitful faces, faces alike unto an Eagle awakening unto an uncovering of multiplying Prey, sowing sedition as windows upon houses, and as locusts upon fields, cursing simply for seeing the serene Evening within the Desert of Ravens. The Dragon, the way, a traveler of Highness, cursing the Magnificence of one that Deceives, as an Ark unto their Curse, their flood, the Curse of Trembling. The Ark erupts in song and joyful cries, while He that descends, ruling over all judgments of Malediction, lights upon the Hills of Mars, an agreeable, virtuous turf of Altars, Lights, and Lions. A Lion dead to the Lord, long, great, and tall, the best Prince unto a good Counsellor upon His Hill of Fruits, as the Mountain of Megiddo, the sunlight rejoicing, as a Heath, a Tamarisk nurtured by the Light of Redemption, a healer and a releaser. Whole sounds exalted high above as Physicians cure what the Lord hath wrought. The Perils of Misfortune, are the Beatitudes of God, the smoke of His old Fire, the effusion of inclination unto Theft of Happiness, offensive unto the Semitic mother Goddess of Crimes, a Fire that spreads change throughout Ashtaroth, and riches unto Flocks of Sheep. Ashur now Black and Muddy due unto Asiel, now lies within the Askelon, weighted and balanced within the Fire of Infamy, unhappiness and increase of Danger, devoid of Asriel, devoid of the Help of God, incomparable, the Prisoner now lays fettered by liers in want and beholders of that approaching... Gathering... Slowly coming near...