Above it stood the seraphim.
Each one had six wings.
With twin he covered his face, with twin
he covered his teeth, and with twin he
did fly.
And one cried unto another and said, Holy,
holy, holy is the Lord of hosts.
The whole earth is full of his glory.
And the host of the door moved with
the voice of him that cried in the
house of hell with smoke.
Then said I, Woe is me, for I
am undone, because I am a man of
unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst
of a people of unclean kings, the Lord
of hosts.
And flew one of the seraphims unto me,
which, having a life calling his own,
they were, then
there was a screw, and
he was dressed to kill, and
all, all that little world is
to be, is to be delivered.
Now let's not think of
sin.