Cuth Within Cyrene

As though understanding the Displeasing and Dirty, as one cut out such as Caesar, He that seeks with diligence, a searcher of those Possessed by Possessions, Acquisitions, and Fabrication's, a Cainan of favourable opportunities, nourishing bold, impetous Dogstars, altogether Himself, a Crow within the basket of Our Consummation. The place of a Skull, His resurrection of zeal, jealousy and possession, humbled and subdued by Merchants and Traders, possessing Contrition within the Field of Repentance encompassed without by the City of Comforts, a Sphere He upheld within His hand at buckle height. As taken away and withdrawn as a Lamb, iced between the Harvest of His Vineyard, the Lamb of the Waters in full fruit, as the fruitful sleeping of Money and Covetousness, peacefully exposed the Hopes of Life unto the black of heart, and sad, the ones carved as Rocks and Stones, those of a small Pulse. He who Nourish's, consumes, and sustains the Whole, as Demons and Robbers sing and call out in Force and Strength. As Night, the roundness of a sheaf, He, altogether against Me, as the black of heart handling, stroking, and taking away those Broken in Pieces; My Pillar, My preparation, My disposition, and strength of the Lord. As a young Lion covered with His mane or a Village protected by Walls, He storms in Anger, cutting, piercing, and slaying as a Devil, or a Destroyer of Foolishness, a Dart of Fearfulness in totality, or the Perfection of the Father. Finished completion of Perfection in Teaching or Learning, as They, like to Them, open openings of Rashness and Confidence, in which They Hope and Trust. The Fears of Purity, those that bruise golden, green the herb of the Secret; here is a Mystery of Men liers in wait. Anointed within the Blackness of Iniquities, the seer of Prophets which rolls and overturns a Lamentable Voice, one lame, yet mild and good unto the Merciful; the whole Glory of Age, of every Prophet of Punishment a Correction as the Strength of the Lord, to the very top of all Satisfied, to the very Summit of every divining Thorn, a liar sliding away, growing and increasing in all things Carnal and Fleshly, curled in Blackness as the Ethiopians, burning within the fairness of Coldness, as a wall within all floors, who Governs as miserable Heir, as the King of Persia.