Death And Victory

My teeth are letters of the reverberating name

my tongue is a pillar of fire

and from the glands of my mouth arise

four pillars of water

blow all your trumpets

for I will loose my hands from the mouth of the lion

and his roaring shall enkindle the world

I am the that swallowed up

death and victory

like the ash of dried leaves

the worlds are blown before me

let the stars burn in the fire of my nostrils

let the gods and the spirits and the demons and the angles be as motes dancing in the beam of my eye

it is hell unquencheable

bondslaves of the cursed

we give nothing

we take all