Angels and demons

11,October,2020 by Jordan gablehouse

Losing smoke loads of a soul blown

Emoticons that plague man...

Exploding in emotions from

A closing door... some open sores...

With shadows of a cold war....

The lore of angels...

Satan... more like spirit torn report cards

Into ascension in gods blessing

Or descending into dead lords.

Punishment for guess match...

Judgment of our men's war....

From the voice of born

Invention of the universe...

Alphas old sore belly *** his angels

Were so morphed into a form of dissention 

That the lords there invented warfare...

So time had seen the born hate....

Warned fate would store there ripped core in wavelengths unknown...

By alphas morbid warned date....

As time became the sworn fate

And lore states.. that mother bore hate to deliver torn fated gordanes. To a warm place as forgiveness to alphas pore grace...

He so loathed his children swarming war tanks...

So he was told to make the treaty...

Only two be seeded.. in the told date... that unity would be formed in angels from a boy that bore a cold race of men that crucified his whole weight...

So the free will of men could break the shored face of future born race... of angels demons... and eclipse of torment for a sure grace