Shield me in your concealment of liquid gold, a shimmer of divine flow.
Where all that’s targeted against me, shall be rebuked.
I can feel them, projectiles, a missile traveling at great speed against my territory.
For the first step of annihilation is observance, I regard their presence. Surround me, my mortal body and its extensions, in sacred veil.
I worship the merits, of becoming a vessel for the host of seraphims.
To contain and reciprocate the rejuvination, the restoration of all that is within this sphere and the beyond.
Outwith reality, I shall remain watching, destined to channel the awakening.
