They first showed me an anointed cross

With grand old words like a boss

I folded their cross to make a box

Like wooden toy blocks

They tried with all their might

To lock me in good and tight

But I turned the key from within

And then the world began to spin

Finally I found the light

Oh how it shone so bright!

The world stopped with just a thought

Starting again at naught

Transforming the box to another shape

Held together with magical tape

Then lining it up to show a metatron

But first came a hexagon

The smoke and mirrors disappeared

With all the things I once feared

Like the bees among the flowers

In the sun for hours and hours

Humming a tune to grow a sound home

In a sturdy hexagonal dome

Like a snowflake it will grow

More than just a pile of snow.