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Seraphs
In times of solitary, I was visited by God.
Oftentimes, we played games in the sun or rain,
We hid and sought for one another - our joy maintained.
In rare times, God showed me secrets of times.
The spirit of Seraphs were unveiled, revealing a presence of an eternal lifetime.
Their six wings embraced the light around them.
My eyes beheld a sight so pure.
Wings like the rainbow,
Their faces of eagles, of men, and oxen.
Their majesty like a newborn baby,
And their voice like all the bodies of water fused together.
Many came to form a choir to give thanks to God,
They sang, "Elohim, Elohim, Majestic and great..."
A piece too marvelous for words' sake.
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Noah Ploderer
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