Elizabeth; The Oath Of God

Elizabeth; The Oath Of God

A Poem by Amduscia

A tearer with the beak, properly the Griffon Vulture plough's and tills each Pledge which is before or in front of all Persons, as an Ancient Heap. Thou art the Servant of Thy Laborer, the Kings Servant, the Stone of Help. One that passes over Anger as a Father that gathers and adds a passage over being Angry. Eternal Living One, the Wisdom of Sirach, the Witness of Pleasure, the Delight of a Flock, the self-subsisting. A very great mass of Red, earthy Blood as drops of the Sea, stain the Clouds, as an Heifer or Chariot filled to the brim with Troubles, Oppressions and Anguish, swirls forth unto Two Lands. He that Praises barrenness, torn away by the Eternity of God as an uprooted Oak cursed in perjury. Virgin secrets given in burnt-offerings of the God of Bethel, whom God made, Eli, as the Help of God courts the Grace of learning, and gifts the Mercy of God. The resurrection of Knowledge increaseth, as the Lord increaseth, also within Conversion, Thou art My God. Beloved of God, My God, the God of My eyes, the God of My wintering Youth. He is My God Himself, Myself and Thou, pelicans of God. Goddess like the Rams, the strong Stags, toward Him are Mine eyes and to Him are My fountains. Thou art a Miracle of God, endeavoring deliverances of Oaths and fullness of Salvation, hearing God who judgeth Elisabeth. Praise for Salvation in hardiness and Rigor of God. A man of Elkeshai, strong the God of measure, or of the Garment, Gods fairness; God hath given the Gift of God, Strong Oaks groved within the House of Grace and Mercy, Gods work, the God of Eliphalet. The case of God with the Generation of God, as a cry or outcry from the Warrior of God against Elymas, whilst the God of the North-East Wind howls Fears, and Terrors unto Formidable People. God with Us! People despised and obscure, fountain as an open place within a Cloud, laudable. The Eye of Generations, habitation's, the protection of the Gardens, the Eye of quick sight, happiness, and well of gladness, the Fountain of Him that called or Prayed, the grass of the well, the fountain of Judgment dedicated to the disciplined. Clouds mass in darkness within the fountain of Mine Eye, a Mortal Man, sick, despaired of, and forgetful, a well of Weight attempting to be the Fuller's Fountain in a well of searching Fountains of the Sun. The Fountain of an Apple, the Inflation covered with Foam, agreeable and handsome. Worthy of Praise is only One. Weary, and tired, tethered unto Dust and Lead, Effusion of Blood desirable, judging and Praying : "Be opened, fruitful increasing! Abundance unto bearing fruit!". As Dust, a follower of Epicurus, giving assistance unto Watchmen and Followers of the Lovely and Amiable, My City. The Salvation of the Lord, has power to close the point of Joy and Cheerfulness. He that acts or finishes, contention, the Fire of the Idols and Rulers, the Fire of the Sun unto the bunch of Grapes. Held up in Violent Force, a strong Woman nears Him, He who separates, joining Herself unto the Lord, as the division of a Song by His darts of Joy hidden in secrets amongst their Bird and their covering, their strength and their sign, the gift of the Island, strong and valiant. Toward the Idol, with Baal, in Blackness and Heat, gifting the strong, prudent, and good Councelor a good Victory and sweet scent that makes Fruitful the happy and fortunate living, enlivening the Unjust, the Fool of Merodach; the Fool grinds bitterly, going out, departure from hastening to understand the Strength of God, going abroad, walking upon Bones as a Helper unto the Wood of Man.

© 2014 Amduscia


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