Gabriel...
Held in his arms cradled by his Wings, the Angels Last Heart Beat.
In that shredded rendered pulse, had read. Her final Giving.
To know a Trial was due, Its reckoning!
To this he would apply Mercy to The Above and Beyond...
and stand upon the mount, and Judge.
This Travesty... with the whole, of Angel backing.
What was left, of the hundred an fort-four thousand...
As Witness.
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Forgotten Promise
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The void beckon, receive its review... done
ah so to see, so few. You choose. Holding
in the glory, said. End of days. For a fiend,
a fickle friend finding. Blood red chimes.
Do you see, what stands in thy way. Pretender.
Sender of lies, deceit repeats slanders kind.
As I Am the beginning, spinner of trial. Mine.
The wheel I grind and... the stars, that shine.
Ebb and Flow... All creation, will go.
The Aeriel way, a Golden Road. Beyond, splendor
this mystic path unfold. Within this hand. Smolder
rack ruins demise. Am I to rise, and smite Angels?
Puffed up, with self same gloat. The void, promotes!
Sew distension, within multitudes midst. To beguile,
thy pledge whilst I, engender. Clarions Call...
This my Decree. Avenged.
Abladonna shiver, yet another to smother. Feathers.
Will it ever end? This war, where wings will whither,
in untold Heavens Breath. Ethereal webs, contest.
To transcend and dive Between, wheels. Dream...
Unwind the thread, find the pretender. This sender.
Above and Beyond travel, unravel. Strands of light.
Deliver, reasonings decree. This last Angels, trust.
Rescind... or Die! mortal last thousand deathless sins.
Behind. One Hundred forty-four thousand. Others.
These portents, forced down.
Willingly forgotten Promises. kept dormant, and only.
Abhorrent destruction, hence.
Abandoned abodes, on high. Cosmic stardust crust.
Crystalline tablets crack and crumble. Paradines rust..
The very convocation offend, the just decree.
For I... Avenger.
The lever, suffer. With out rage, go forth.
Armed, for further trial...
A hated, an loathsome task. Strikes hate into my heart.
Instant, burnt remorse. As would I, then fail?
That would say, thus far no further. Angel pride...
Fruit rotten, so far from the tree, that bleed.
Desolation Angels.
Not heed, their Masters warning?
Light they Shy. An so, Seven Horsemen Ride!
Now, past tense destroyed. Worthless and Turn.
To self serving fancy... My sisters.
Abladonna, wept.
Eternity.
All was broken...
To have, snuffed out. A Void nothing Heart?
For one final, Angel. While she, her given task at end.
.
Was, to mark the now beconings blend, and...
------her statue crumble------
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