The Mark of the Beast

Let the Wise Man Calculate his Number
For it is the Number of a Man:
That man's name is "Sin".
Sin separates the Spirit from one's soul and body,
Therefore, making one two thirds of a man.
The Sin in us, when one embraces it over God's righteousness
Turns us into a monster like Nero.
One becomes a pedant and hated by God,
Unable to divine the Word in anything,
And is unable to see any truth, and can
See a thing, only in its most literal sense.
One sees Solomon's Gold, and trifle for the riches of this world.
One counts Adonikam's Children, and stop believing the Word of God.
One then, at the end, subject one's soul and flesh to the Mark of the Beast
And are given an instrument of death, embedded in one's flesh.
And one can no longer do one's business, without this instrument,
And every thought and deed of one's mind, is wicked and abhorrent in the sight of God.
Let all who now say, "The Man of Wisdom calculates the Number of the Beast."

Wisdom is our lover, and our friend, the Word of God
And She preaches to us the way of life, and becomes our Beulah
For ever and ever. Amen, she is exceedingly beautiful
And a crown adorned on the head of the saints.
Take your crown from Wisdom, and flee the Mark of the Beast
Lest you be crowned on the forehead with a brazen mark of sin,
And adorned on your hand, a brazen spot in the flesh.