"Alas my love you say goodbye
wipe the poison from my brow
alas my love this guilty night
it gives me up like a foster child
and in this moment I take my vow
these angels sleeping at my feet
and in this moment you do not know how
my spirit wants to flee."
One man, against the night
taking on the multitude
that had left him high and fry
no candle burning vigil
could light his way
darkness his the ground
like a fallen satellite
he wrestled until morning
with human souls and dark angels
and there he finished his work
on the third day - by Kevin Max Smith
He is Risen! He is Risen indeed!
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