ConventuA Poem by R.A. Youngbloodconventu-meeting (latin)I was flying in the stratosphere, At the cloud was a big field of eglantine. But I didn't have to fly, it was dispensable, Nobody could see me, 'cause I was invisible. That purple roses, I was infatuated, That beautiness could leave me infirmed. The land was overclouded, You can get overawed, This is our overlord, He can make you overjoyed. This moments will stay deeply ineffaceable, That moon, so inexpugnable. The stars, inflamed, indefinite, They're indiscernible, infinite. How many galaxies, innumerable, The view, so indescribable. I wish I could see a lodestar, I've seen it once, so bizarre. I can see the blemish in the sky, To see what's wrong, I'll give it a try. Oh, the dark angel from inferno came by, I saw his tearful eye And said "Don't you cry!" "But I don't want to be the dark angel." he said, -"Yes, I can see all the tears that you have shed." "Oh, this evil storm ahead, He could've take someone else instead. Maybe my sorrow came to late, But please, I hesitate." -"I believe you my friend, God knows how much you have bled. He knows to be at the biggest garden of heaven, Well, I suppose he'll be there at seven. Screw you Satan, the bad who molests, With our dear lord we will coalesce.
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