Michael Gale - All Angel's Vengence.

Harken as angels sing, to hold not one's own breath...
Simply put as thee.
Harken to my death...
Splay apart thy broken wings.
Delay due west of evil things...
Do i dare pass this flying test?
Or dare i hold it tight to breast? ...
God has forsaken thee...
God has sent his soldiered best.
Supremed being comes down, to blast son's headed west...
Judgement hath set all free.
Harp music plays notes filled full of glee...
Devil catches all the rest.

Michael Gale

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