With burnish gleam packed a mourish stream unseen from meaningful hoard in sunlight stood heavens gate. Setting a portent reality in ancient text formed sandstone slabs consigned to show the world from right and wrong. As the air with drew from the seas and the sands it held the holy order in such conquests. From ghosts of the past in opulent presence with only human beings wanting the full attention of god. When the devil spawed the badness in man he couldn't escape the fires of hell even with his wings of sin. In silent forder if not for the good book mankind would of forgot the arc angel Lucifer left in his hateful tomb. As remembrance clings to love the mind wondered with pictures of memories that poured out our hearts. Classified in dormant struggles marked by a cororant bird in the time of our lord. Believing the truth even in the priesthood would still comprehend the gullible believing the living lie