Each One Had Six Wings

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A PAIN FIRST
THEN REDEMPTION
SIX THOUSAND YEARS
SINCE TIAMAT DIED 
STARGATERS KNOW IT
BUT GOD WILL REVEAL
PRIMEVAL SECRETS
ANGELIC TECH TO  
AID MANKIND

HEAVEN TO BURY
A NEW AGE IN 
MILLENIAL SOIL 
ITS SEED WATERED 
BY THE WORD

KNOW A SAINT
BY ALL HIS DOUBT
HE IS SWEPT ALONG
IN THE SPIRIT'S CURRENT
HOPING TO HIT SHORE

MOST GRAIN GETS 
EATEN IN COMMON LOAVES
A FEW BAKED 
AS A SHEWBREAD
MADE UNTO THE 
LORD OF GLORY 
PRESENTED BY 
THE HIGH PRIEST OF 
MELCHIZEDEK

NEW WINE WILL 
BURST THE OLD WINESKINS
THEY MUST BE REMADE
CONTAINING NEW WINE
SHAKES THE 
FIBERS OF REALITY 

CAN'T THEY HEAR ONES 
WITH OG'S MENACE? 
WITH GOLIATH'S SIZE? 
PAST GIANTS STALKING AI
AS LLMS CIRCLE THE CAN
WITH OUROBOROS HUNGER

SUNRISE PASSES IN A 
DUG CHANNEL OF FIRE
BURNING IN GREEDY RED FLAME
EYES TEARY IF THEY SEE IT
A WALK IN GLORY
MAKES ONE NEW 
HIS SONG UNCHAINS OUR HEARTS
ABLAZE IN HIS ONENESS 

ROME LIES 
UNABLE TO QUIT ITS
PAGAN ADDICTION
A NEW THYATIRA 
FLIRTING WITH JEZEBEL'S DEATH
HOLDING ONTO POWER
SHOWS A WICKED HEART
PINING FOR GOD'S THRONE
INSTEAD OF BOWING 

A POWER WASH PEELS 
PAINT AND PATINA ALIKE
EXPOSING ITS 
INNER CHARACTER 
IT'S A STUDY 
HIGHLIGHTING THE 
BOND OF THE OUTER LAYER
WE NEED A WASH
BUT IN RENTED BODIES
WE MISS PURITY 
ONE DAY 
HE WILL HEAL US 

FROM POLE TO TROPIC LINE
OUR WORLD ORBITS 
THE SAME SUN 
CHILDREN OF LIGHT 
SUFFER IF PIERCED 
LIKE HIM 



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BUT THOSE WHO WAIT FOR THE LORD'S HELP FIND RENEWED STRENGTH; THEY RISE UP AS IF THEY HAD EAGLES' WINGS, THEY RUN WITHOUT GROWING WEARY, THEY WALK WITHOUT GETTING TIRED 
(Isaiah 40:31 NET) 





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