Angels burdened flight
journey in evils plight.
Mortal worlds misguided directions,
holy spirits toiled transitions,
soil purities white wings
changing with mundanes ugly things.
Landing wearily in clouds of air
in sojourns coveting arms repair.
Driven by compassions to save,
turn tides from Satan's evil wave.
Angel's embattled struggle for right
fighting sinners in dark of night,
finds peace above
in heavens arms of love.



GOLD worthy, Indeed!
I do, Poet!



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