When Love's Saints Come, Marching In
Entering into a town called, Nain; noticing this funeral procession passing by
A widow and her only son having compassion, Heaven's Messiah: caesura ? Eyes
Towards celestial's holy skies; reaching, as touching Love's throne; their Angel pours
Bohemian's vial mighty these waters lightning crashing thunders ? Sacred scrolls an end
Of renunciation's age; Arise my child handing him back unto, his mother; time's requiem tears
Washed away the wolf yet her lamb ? Emancipation, their flock in innocent, lovely Cherubs....
Rosy cheeks golden harps seven candlesticks four horsemen; thirteen joys with wills to be merry
An open door revelations ten thousand mirrors and, Apollyon ? Fire mingled of brimstone eat
This bitter book Divinity's cleansing blood soaked robes; Gabriel, Christmas cards Omega's, reformation.
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