Whirlwinds of the Deity

Thy arms Fated upon Us, mindful of the Evil and Hate scattered amidst Thy nations and shores, and the Cruel gods upheld in Vain. Household-deities of wars, enduring within the Rose of every Sires lofty Castle. Inspirations muse upon Thy songs, the Majesty of which Crimes can relate, unto the offenses of their Queen of Heaven. Resenting with remorseless Troubles, Troubles Renowned of greatness upon Piety, toil amidst the Brave, much, and multiplied still. Fierce resentment within Thy Heavenly Mind, justified to dwell and rest upon Earth, as occurred within the Settlements of the Olden Days, which were richly lathered in Wealth by the Chariots. In rough Lore, a World-Wide throne Thy Fate permits. Seeded in Virus's, leveling lofty and high Towers, torturing the Times of Nations abhorred, tyrannous in War thou art. Wide-ruling Thy Fate, fear proceeds unto Mine wounded Pride, suppressing the Wrath's of Her within and Her causes, thankfully. Disdained within Her charms, My honors ravished, raged within Thy fires, straightly Evil and Fierce, now no longer a Race Hateful, though My wrongs, naturally, still remain, though now minimized. The Essence of such wandered, barred, yet Lawless, and Unslain. Thou art the State of Mine task yet still to be found within Thy Rome. Mine sight of scarcity, merrily ploughed with brazen restraints, as the rankling Pain harbour's yet another Harvest from the Sails of My heart, frenzied amongst Crimes. Lightning as a sharp Crest, spoused forth from Mighty winged-Jehovah, as the deep within Him stirred, outgasping the Flames of the Rocks whirlwinding through My heart. Hurling the Heart within My breast unto the Deity of deities, My Heart fixed upon Him who strewed the turbulent Ships within, I confessed : "Forevermore, Thou art My Fate, thankfully."