Angels fly,
their wings so wide,
feathers floating on downward.

Above clouds,
the sun so bright,
the hymns are heard so far.

Burning swords,
the screams so loud,
perfect beings off to battle.

Gentle angel,
warrior of God,
gone to die in the kinslayer wars.

What we have,
failure to communicate,
if He be for us, who'd be for them?

Ready to die,
are you as well?
heavenly horses on the charge.

Sun is bright,
on angel's blood,
can you see the shadows in heaven?

No more fight,
the war is won,
now we're left with the aftermath.

04/29/2004

Posted on 04/30/2004
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