Friday, January 28, 2011


By word of Our testimony

up will We rise surge through canopies boundless,

wild chasing the dawn-born sun

We can't be stopped

We can't be slowed, captured or shunned

With trumpeting calls Our flock breaks forth through sickly-hued sky-

putrid puffs of brown vapor

Our victory cannot deny

Through singed tears of angels feathers hurtle and slice,

Our vision of power is the visage of sacrifice via the sword of our mouths.

We, a v-shaped cone of triumph

Rush, coursing through air becoming energy itself-

Our chorus of voices serenades the daybreak sounds of principle-wealth-

reason, compassion, truth winged horses of Our very own and following is life;

freedom; evidenced in every tone

Resounding from all directions, bold word of Our testimony.

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