Dr. Antony Theodore
The Chariot - Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
I saw a chariot with fiery wings.
It flew and flew from the mighty white skies.
And came to me
the humble victim of cruel humanity.
From the chariot rose the Angel of fire
and called me with a smile
“Come my sweet innocent one
Everything that touches you shall burn you
until you burn eternally.“
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