In the darkness that shades our sight is a godly guise.
It is effulgent in appearance but yet magical in spirit.
Glowing is their halo that it blinds our fragile eyes.
It is bestowed upon the earth as a generous merit.
Quiescent they hum like a morning hummingbird.
Their external gleam serves as our eternal refuge.
Their eternal message is in our faith to be heard.
In their presence lies no ominous subterfuge.
As gladiators they triumph over Satan's sleight.
They are warriors that strife with conviction.
I shall not tarry, but instead go forthright.
For they have come, to lead us into ascension.
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