The clash of angels

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Angels clash in their own fine world,

Like ninjas contorted in the ceilings,

Secret agents of the sacred secrets,

Amongst the flesh-peoples,

Unbeknownst except for the chosen;

Flap-flapping invisible wings fast

And darting diamond javelins aflame

With the fire from whence we came..

 

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