Meet me where the Gates of Hell should one day fall,
In inspirational vengeance taken upon the dark past of man.
For we are the Left Hand of God,
and we shall fear no evil.
I, a mortal soul, take risk by my very faith,
until seen worthy by the Angelic Host.
For them, I do so adore, that through Grace does my mortal heart,
beat, and my panting lungs breathe.
My faith goes with glory in The Messengers arms to
He upon the Throne of the Trinity.
What I endure grasps attention, yet what I seek out discovers curiosity
within even the Voice of God.
May my every action be a thorn in the side of the enemy's throat,
for he wears a collar of them...
choking tighter with the passing time
as my Savior draws ever closer.
I sacrifice what my sins in three may be in order
to restore a piece of worth to my soul,
for though Grace has found me,
humility is the essence of my being.
My body, mind, and soul are of course my own,
yet are a temple that for the Heavenly Host I protect,
condition, and use in His eternal honor,
and for the best of the future of all that is Good.
I, but a mortal Patron, come to kneel before a singular and Holy Trinity,
none other than the One True God.
I am but a fragment of the Left Hand of God,
yet I shall never fear evil.