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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Only when the trumpets roar Angels in chorus, enchanting all music The day our creator calls. I surrender my soul, O Holy One, to you He who casts, out all shadows, from the darkness striking at the devil's door, he himself will kneel, guilty To our maker and his.Bowing down kissing his feet We will raise our hands in prayer In a regal Heavenly sound, holding the very air, we breathe. Golden flashing silver chariots on fire blinding with his lightning, Grace Flashing of beauty, Glory be to God They come racing out, from the gates, of heaven We will bow in shame adoring Each and every single knee,they will bend In honor to, our Almighty King He who is reverent ,Father,Lord and Master When a sun will forever sleep The sounds of weeping,them bathing, within pools of, a beautiful light Weeps upon destination, our final day, judgement. Our redeemer has finally come,unto to earth ,in our salvation The moon shades red, her light in sorrow Clouds nacreous upon gossamer wings sweetly floats, upon a whispering breeze sweetly Aeolian blowing through deep Psiturism passions bleeds on our Passover, have mercy Suffering blood of our brothers and sisters Generations of our sins ,in the Heaven,s speak Our Lord and master has spoken only no one heeds, his Holy voice, or call All this talk of war, makes one weep, with sadness suffering in a world, where we are all brothers born from our mother,s womb, sacred Sisters reminiscence in past sins Brought up, with the peace,within understanding and love of God We are all his flock of children, lost So much poison, shown on the television We all sit back guilty and say nothing This world we live in, is our world Each and everyone of us, has a very powerful voice Our rights to, freedom of speech Ataraxia to all nations calls Very little love, within this world Less today, let us pray for tomorrow We are controlled now, with mans own greed How heartbreaking sad, it makes one feel inside Power is in the hands, held with love and peace With gentle happiness and joy, it would embrace this ugly world ,we now, live in today Aeolian [rotating to or caused by wind] Ataraxia [perfect peace of mind with calmness] Gossamer [any thin,light fabric] Nacreous [mother of pearl clouds] Psiturism [the soul of the wind through the trees]
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