Foundation.

In a corrupt world, do angels of any faith watch?

(A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes, in the sight of such mindless violence
In this deep silence

I kneel to pray in these grey shadows

That peace will prevail, one day in your world

That mountain tops worldwide will joyously sing, with unconstrained laughter

And in defiance
As we, The Watchers

Angels
From the Great Hereafter
Smile, as our Silver Towers in Heaven

Hum with a sweet medley
Of

Praise Be
Praise Be

For sinners below
Will be baptised

In a new sea of Galilee, by a reborn John the Baptist
To be winners

To find true love
Walking freely

Now in open forests
Pleading to be plundered

Daydreaming souls will no longer need to wander

In frantic visions
Alone

Since purification, not self-sacrifice

Will lead them to divine wonders

To block their pyramids of pain
With Hope's capstone

Will you
Call me

When the moon's
High

Past the tree's
Hiding the skies

When the Eclipse
Comes

For I can see and sense you
Need that feeling

A loud drumbeat of need
That screams
Pleading

So
Will you open those tired arms
And let me in

So I may with sunlit kisses
Swim in all your inner vestibules

Sanctify all you know
As we dance as one
To a new song

Announced by life-changing, fast-moving octaves

As a glorious new world is built upon the many graves of

The secret slaves
Of an old empire

Of such depravity and corruptible sin

With their rich leaders
Just the seen knaves

Controlled by hidden hands
Of those

Our prayers
Can never save

©
Copyright John Duffy