The Seraphim Cries

[Heth "Ink" Lee]

"Holy, holy, holy," the Seraph that cries.

Ignores all lies, we strive for the sky.

In which, we run, the Sun brightens our day.

For once, I'm uplifted, the money's in the grave.

Understand, just once, we live to exchange.

With the God of patience, and then the God of pain.

On point, insane, we love just once.

Hoping to God, this isn't a bust.

Ablazed, on fire, the Jinn must seek.

From within his own realm, the top of the peak.

Exert the plan, follow along, understand this please.

That I choose to serve God, most faithfully.