The right fist I use writes left with a straight hook. Write that right down, clefted between that big-little book. Trip that pen into sticky ink wells of Peppermint venom. Spill the forgotten Secret of Legions, dusted by his memorandum. Then illustrate the twilight years beholding the Kingdom of Zion. And woe to those wicked few who barter on the den we lie on. And Woe! To the tuning of the Morning Star raining roars like a Lion ! Woe ! The right fist I write with links directly to this true supremacy. Write that right now, suppressed down by our all seeing enemy. Hail to the victors enlisted by the Holy Spirit to illumine the prudent. Hail to brothers and sisters exposing Deception's symmetrical congruence. In the name of Jesus Christ I fill my lungs with the Majesty of Kingdom. And below with astonishing amplitude his love for us all. .