The Language of Love

Pillars of Truth don't fear examination they are masterpieces of patience to be looked upon and acknowledged They are marveled with madness but sadly they are a blank page to the artist that created, as he chews the dust it taste good his hands bleed but his heart soars , a passerby walks past and runs a hand so smooth down the marble it changes colors but only for moment, he looks back it's the image of his mother whispering the language spoken by Angels Holding up two suns They're Warrior's Connections so strong the barrier is broken as climates change it's go unnoticed even though I touch and smell I love the numbness. It's amazing Grace that's saves me A portion of happiness just be joyful that you receive the ministry of hope even though She's a ghost amongst the others an Angel by the Name of Ariel flys alone when there's order there are diamonds shaped and polished So our daughters are like pillars in a Palace As particles float in the light they come alive and blossom And divine intervention is a phenomena not