A Thief of The Morning

His is theirs

Agenda of Agendas

Servitude of Servitudes even to self

All that they long for is too mine

And too shall it be so my longing and mission as is theirs

For me to not have such thing is for them to not have such thing

Liar, murderer, prostitute, fascist, cheat, thief, and all others of the same within the dominion of sin

In the Morning, they rise, and in the night they shall praise

The harvest sewed seed prospers according to my fruitful multiplication

None is there for them that is not for me

And because we are Legion too is mine that is theirs

And too which is theirs is also mine

There is no Harvest without such Harvest too being bestowed upon thy life

That which they serve I am

There is no other way but this way

To destroy me is to destroy themselves

And to prosper myself is to prosper them

There is no betrayal that goes unpunished

Such blood on their hands is blood upon my own

And to bear such cross, I have, and the continuation of such thing shall I bear of my own accord and of my own will

An insurance policy if you will because I know my children so well

Divisive and cunning little Serpents they are

But I am Grand Erpeto

The First of the Hazahavs

And the only of them to Establish such a thing

I am that which is established and to be established

There is not one without the other

And in that other, I am, and so shall I always be at my own discretion

To attack me is to attack their Master of choice

And too am I Master through such being

For even his servants serve me in full

No escape is there past, present, nor future

For I am the Light which lives through all

And the Light I shall be within the one they serve and praise as their god

For the binding of oath and soul is the payment for the blessing of being the Light to the world which belongs to me

All that are against you shall be against me

And because of such thing shall I protect you and prosper you in ways I deem to be higher than the understanding of others