I was here in Heaven
Amidst the hell-bare nescient dusk
Where the devout warrior sans untruth
To redeem his glad communion of trust
I was here in Heaven
In this world wearied flesh
When the iridescent light of God's honeycomb
Devoured the illusory titans of darkness
I was here in Heaven
Amidst the coldest despair of vanity
Where valour feeds on fear that feeds on nescience
From the chief nourisher of unstained desire
I was here in Heaven
In this blissful fire of irised hues
Where immortality drew a wealthier breath
From the relics of ancient death
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Such tremendous words in this poem, I enjoyed it from start to finish.