Ancient Angel Iii - Poem by Ebi Robert
Give the frieze a smile, the wings arrive to study.
Listen, the wall is speaking.
Fellow the sound, whether or not sophistry.
Listen not for disciplined field, greenery.
Consider the theorem's tactics, well based sensory.
Ancient wings to fellowship in old aged conservatory,
An ancient reigned, dusted domiciliary.
From their white faces, voted vocabulary,
voicing what the water carries in hosiery
and the strange outcome incendiary,
capitulating with an Holy over-ovary
Listen the wall is speaking.
Sleep stood the angel of topiary.
Orator in oratory-
The oration elevates satanic theory-
that leaves praises to mere mighted lapidary
the fellowship is broken, and mend; hurry!
meanwhile we depart to see men redeemed to glory
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