The Lamp of Yah has Not Gone Out

AUGUSTINE ENLIL

Your mighty bows are split in two!
You are pierced by Hannah's horn
The Weigher has detirmined your fate

"Those who were full have hired themselves out for bread."

FIVE FIVE
for a Peace offerring
SEVEN
born to the barren woman

Dogon's hands are severed at the wrists
The rich made poor
Prepare a SEAT of honour for the ones who prevail by Spirit and not might

I    K    A   B   O   D
K   O   H   A   R   O
A   H   U   R   A   B
B   A   R   U   H   A
O   R   A   H  O    K
D   O   B   A   K    I

Glory of gold departs
Sheba's well judges rightly

Proud and arrogant talk is drowned
Drowned by the tears of CHERUBIM

When the ark returns to Joshuah's Field
FILIZTIA'Z plagues shall cease

REZEN EBE   EBE NEZER