Throne

With heavenly visions and amazingly feelings I kept, my hands on my back, waiting for the fruition A beautiful song, sang by angels, even in my mind, my soul spend ages Waiting for the reflection on a mirror, wining streak Feel the muscles in my ribs, thanks to God My mom kept preaching, showing me the holy works Angelic if I say so, was the letter I wrote Thank you God, thank you so Even in the peak of my humanity, nothing ever hurts my pride Pride is the devil, and no devil has room in my life