The Revelation Seven
Messengers, yes
But not five-point cutouts of gold-foil card stock
Orbs of gravity pulling everything
Massive pressure
Fusion of atoms
Splattering matter
Seven of these!
Perhaps the Pleiades?
He made them
placed them
supplies them
guides them
Surely, He can hold them
Messengers to the Church
to the world
(Stolen by a thieving deceiver)
But still proclaiming
His story
Declaring His glory
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