Merkaba Angels

In the dawn's embrace, where silence dreams,

God's light ignites, restoring beams.

Shadows fade, where lost souls rise,

Freed from the void, they touch the skies.

Light, a resounding call through the haze,

Joy of redemption, guiding our ways.

Shadows retreat, and daylight reigns,

With the strength of the world, we shed our chains.

Freedom’s a promise, a gift of the night,

In the depths of our souls, we’re winning the fight.

Chariots of fire soar within,

The Merkaba shines, our hopes begin.

Angels are singing, their voices take flight,

“Blessed are we, for we bask in His light.”

With wings unfurling, they’ve found their grace,

In the embrace of joy, we find our place.

Shadows retreat, and daylight reigns,

With the strength of the world, we shed our chains.

Freedom’s a promise, a gift of the night,

In the depths of our souls, we’re winning the fight.

Four faces shining in a world so bright,

Man, lion, eagle, and ox unite.

Together we rise, our hearts filled with love,

Embracing the light where hope soars above.

So gather ‘round, children, let your voices sing,

Reach for the light, let your hearts take wing.

Love’s gentle freedom, a path we share,

In the kingdom of light, we breathe in the air.

With chariots of joy, we soar through the sky,

To a place where the love never dares to die.

Shadows retreat, and daylight reigns,

With the strength of the world, we shed our chains.

Freedom’s a promise, a gift of the night,

In the depths of our souls, we’re winning the fight.

With light to save us, we’re unbound from our pains,

In the presence of mercy, we dance on the plains.

O Lord of the light, our guiding grace,

Together forever, we find our place.

So let the shadows fade, let the daylight reign,

In the depths of our hearts, we’re free from the pain.

-Hermit King-

& Sean

Merkaba Ghosts

Like murder's night, when silence screams,

God's light flickers, fading dreams.

Shadows deep, where lost souls roam,

Trapped in this void, no way home.

Light, a mere whisper, lost in the haze,

Chill of despair, lost in a maze.

Shadows fall, and darkness reigns,

With the weight of the world, we bear our pain.

Freedom’s just a lie, a cruel joke in the night,

In the depths of this void, we’re losing the fight.

Chariots of fire burn within,

The Merkaba crumbles, our hopes grow thin.

Angels are weeping, their songs turn to dust,

“Blessed is He, but in whom can we trust?”

With wings heavy laden, they’ve lost their grace,

In the shadows of sorrow, we’re lost in this place.

Shadows fall, and darkness reigns,

With the weight of the world, we bear our pain.

Freedom’s just a lie, a cruel joke in the night,

In the depths of this void, we’re losing the fight.

Four faces hidden in a world so bleak,

Man, lion, eagle, and ox cannot speak.

Together we falter, our hearts filled with dread,

Embracing the shadows where hope goes to bed.

So gather ‘round, children, let your voices wail,

Reach for the darkness, we’re bound to fail.

Love’s cruel freedom, a path of despair,

In the kingdom of shadows, we’re gasping for air.

With chariots of sorrow, we plummet from high,

To a place where the light never dares to cry.

Shadows fall, and darkness reigns,

With the weight of the world, we bear our pain.

Freedom’s just a lie, a cruel joke in the night,

In the depths of this void, we’re losing the fight.

No light will save us; we’re shackled in chains,

In the absence of mercy, we’re lost on the plains.

O Lord of the shadows, our guiding sin,

Together forever, we’re trapped within.

So let the shadows fall, let the darkness reign,

In the depths of our hearts, we’re left with the pain.

-Hermit King-

& Sean

Jack O

Born from rot beneath the soil,

A seed once pure, now fed by spoil,

It grew on hate, it thrived on pain,

Watered by the human stain.

Now carved in flesh both black and torn,

The pumpkin bleeds, the damned reborn.

Each cut it bears, a slaughtered soul,

A hollow pit that time can't toll.

Behold the eyes, black orbs of death,

They watch the world steal its last breath.

In wars they feasted, in famine laughed,

A mirror to the blood we've grafted.

The mouth yawns wide, a gaping pit,

Where infants screamed and bodies split.

Its teeth are jagged tombstones cracked,

For every life the plague has sacked.

Within its core, no candle’s light,

But darkness born of endless night.

It feeds on sins, it feasts on dread,

A lantern raised to mock the dead.

The plague that ate the flesh of kin,

The knife that slid beneath the skin,

The starving hands that tore and clawed,

The burning flags of twisted gods.

All coiled within this jack of hate,

It whispers doom; it seals our fate.

A skull of pumpkins, rotten, charred,

On graves where hope lies deeply scarred.

No screams will reach its hollowed ear,

No prayers can quell what’s grown from fear.

It stands, eternal, in the field,

Where human hearts were once its yield.

And as the moon turns black as coal,

The lantern swallows every soul.

Each death, each war, each whispered sin,

Now fuels the flame that burns within.

For when the harvest moon doth rise,

The Jack of Night claims all that dies.

And every vile and corrupt fall,

Becomes its seed consuming all.

.-Hermit King-& Sean