Let not even this concern you for the fire of the lord work in every way known already
For what be a form without a sword to pierce it to any size
For a cage to feel and know it to be bad and to capture it
Virus' are but a small form that plague you with pain
From the most prehistoric era itself
As well as much of the rest of the beast in it's many form
Pierce the crowned beast, with a sword, cast by light, pierce the beast across it crown if need and hold it in the light and never let it go, and that will kill any plague
Nothing is too small to be without movement or to starve, for that is your dominion over this world in companionship; but for this never raise the sword in negligence or acts the chariots of fire or any form they take would see, this be that you not use this within their form, but on the outside, and let cleanse that of your divine will as seeds of the stars
Love the lords sword, for it's fire is glorious
For see inside yourself a ball of fire
See it's pillars of black within and where they may be
For watch that fire burn out when it sealed by 144 swords
For no beast be above the sword of the lord's will, for that I see to wish no pain but see miracle befall all, to see enact the true peace of all that may be soon
For to see the true dominion of form to be
For a white pillar of fire to cast onto that, that think as beast it beyond the lords will, and for a floor and ceiling of marble, for that shall contain that beast, for it is stained in nature