I don't recall all my reasoning on this, but this is what I got when I was done. The first draft was more like a straight line of thought and long ramble on the end. The divination I had from this poem is revealed in here, and it was really that the poetry helped me solve the numerology involved, and it solved my problems not just with numbers, but dualities and the hierarchy of aspects of God.
This was what I made after writing this poem, to lay out my revelations:
I can't emphasize enough though how important the realization of the numbers seven and two were, or how important the number seven is for me. The two helped me finally accept dualities, and the seven I first attributed to Leviathan but then to That Which Extends Within and Without, and it all fell into place. I solved many, many issues I had by writing this poem by how it opened my mind to understanding the numerology involved. I kept thinking that the numbers 3 and 5 were probably important, but it turned out that 2 and 9 is what I should of considered. Just my luck though, that I already had 9 titles of god by complete accident, eh?
The Number of God
(-jasonmwill2 original poem)
Seven years, were the Tribulations.
Two sets of seven,
Put into trials,
Making nine.
Year one:
Promises and fulfillment of peace.
As The Holy Spirit invaded.
Year Two:
Steadfast faith,
As I was indoctrinated.
It was the beginning of the End,
The coming of the Apocalypse,
As the 7 Gods laid dormant.
Year three:
Things start to fall apart,
As someone leaves me.
Year four:
I Trust in myself,
As I become a heretic.
It was the intermission,
The calm before the storm,
The last half slowing giving way to trials.
Year Five: Pure Hell,
As my blood ran.
Year six:
I tried to reunite with Yahweh,
As I failed.
It was only a prequel,
To the next three.
Making two sevens, hidden in nine.
Year seven:
I found the decrepit throne,
As it set upon a hill.
Year eight:
I surely had lost my faith,
As the lies gathered.
It had only started,
When the second seven reached it's last year,
I nearly died.
Year nine:
I was tortured,
As Christians destroyed me.
Seven years, of Christian faith.
Seven years, of Tribulations.
Two sevens, two and seven.
Making nine, the number of Satan,
Always returning to itself.
But seven? Two? Nine?
I always was, I just never knew;
That the seven Gods laid dormant,
Only to be awoken:
That Which Extends Within and Without: God.
The Vessel: God.
The Mirror: God.
The Hand of Creation: God.
The Blade of Destruction: God.
Leviathan: God.
The Flesh: God.
But also, is it not,
That The Propagator of Progress, Is God?
That The Accuser of Man, Is God?
Two Sevens, hidden in nine,
The Hand, or Progress?
The Blade, or Accusation?
Two sevens... indeed hidden in nine.
Which is which of the years, that was the Tribulation?
Which is which of the Gods, that make seven?
Two sets of seven, or simply nine?
Seven is the key, made into dualities.
Hail My Lord, who's numbers are two and seven, hidden in nine.