Up in the skies the angels come to life,
Disentangling themselves from the spaces of time.
Massive wings unfold, an unbelievably pure white,
Wings that are the very bearers of life.
They gather their weapons and polish their trumpets,
The gates of heaven has no one to guard it.
Each and every angel gets ready for war,
They're ready to stop the spread of darkness once more.
Their massive wings expand and they begin to fly,
They make their entrance through lightning in the sky.
Led by archangels and groomed for battle,
The army cheers causing the very earth to rattle.
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Poetry Compilation
PoetryJust a collection of poems I tend to jot down. Please give them a try.
