A Myth From Silence

Hornet mouthless grade, they glide across and between membrane's sloth, the ones resting aside the mandarin tree.

Waist land and river deep, streaming the endless nothing, in search of weakened human prey, Angel of light, reborn from strode and remembrance from ancient rite, softly her delight is absorbed by the fear of mighty power once rode.

Rise with myth and tortured thought, summonsed from the ruins of desolated truth where fantasy and lies transformed the wander of heavenly swish, yonder with pride and dusty roads to salvation hindered the ones still roaming the waters of faith, and the rivers of hope.

They glide across and between cerebral lusts, blindly but with sight are the cherubs of eternal trust; Fought against pride and power, forested blackened infernal bliss, Satan’s mighty kingdom was torn from the abyss, defeated and crushed.

Angels glide our love and strengthen the flesh; cherubs protect and provide, nurture and revive our past died, Faith within grows the future insight, trust above the power of might, involved knowledge and wisdom for purity and the state of being strong and free from sin or moral wrong.

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