A heavenly conference;
filled with blood and reverence;
The Divine sounds the alarm;
Angels be on guard.
Seats of gold;
cushion this frail soul;
you taste divinity;
flee from iniquity.
A beautiful confluence;
meets in reverence;
A divine installation;
Heaven's restoration.
Ready the knights;
filled with terrestrial might;
Ready the swords;
Angels come as one.
A mighty tryst;
sets orders at risk;
The Divine is great;
a colosseum of hate.
Angels on display;
Demons in rage.
A terrestrial confluence;
see the Divine in reverence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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