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Angels in the graveyard
When the light fades away, when star and moon collide. The angels leave the housing sky. Walking among silent stones. Where human voices are heard no more. The angels walk the graveyard. Their wings tucked behind. No harp or lyre in their hands. Tears of heaven raining down from heaven as the watcher weeps. Weeping for what was never meant to be. The world scorns him because it does not understand that through his mouth everything came to be. The love of the everlasting unseen among the dead. But it is life that the good maker wants to give.
Where lies the human heart? In his hands until it meets the fragile grave. A result of fighting one's mortality. Ashes to ashes dust to dust. Faith and love are a must.
Where lies the human heart? In his hands until it meets the fragile grave. A result of fighting one's mortality. Ashes to ashes dust to dust. Faith and love are a must.
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