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Margo, Riddle, and Thorn
02:49
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My twin and I woke up early one morning, with no alarm clock warning.
In separate rooms and separate beds, in synch we raised our tired heads.
We blissfully followed, like birds in migration, an inner instinct to begin our vacation.
In the lazy beams of light we would push, through branches and thorns of an angry bush.
So bleeding freely, painlessly red, we pushed on blindly through the bush like I said.
Then the mystery broke, when the branches did too, and my sister and I finally broke through.
How Pretty and Strange
The landscape had gotten
This was our home we had sadly forgotten
The Angels we knew, Margot, Riddle and Thorn
Said all together, “We missed you! What's it like to be born?”
That was the end of our lives as the fallen, when we came to heaven as bees finding pollen.
Margot, Riddle and Thorn play games with their powers,
like turning their fingers and their toes into flowers.
But my twin and I have developed a boredom with the predictable perfection so we cut off our wings.
We happily and painfully bleed, the more beautiful image than the previous things.
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And then we needed a home, fallen Angels alone
Could know what we felt, how to speak to those who never knew wings
We waited for weeks, awake waiting for
That leading forward feeling
Maybe the powers had left us when we lost heavenly flight,
we thought together as we sat silently waiting all night
On Tuesday though we both knew we'd know
before the feeling came our eyes lit up the same
“There she is!” we shouted,
The leader whose existence we doubted
Queen of the fallen Angels
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She appeared to us naked, she shared our sexless form.
No marks of maleness.
No maternal marks either.
A smooth body just like the angels, just without the holy glow.
Her wings were still there,
How strange,
That she could still
Float in air.
But the shine and the rust
revealed the truth
her wings were of metal
white metal, like tooth.
"Your insight, your power, still lives," she said
"Angels are angels, no matter
how far from their heaven home."
When she spoke it was
that old heavenly hum,
like choirs of all ages
Heavenly, harmony, hum.
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The Spirit of the Tree
02:13
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And when she stopped speaking,
her mouth closed, a large yell was heard
and we were transported
to the hiding place of the fallen Angels
There we hid from Gabriel
and his Angel Army.
The Buddhist Spirit of the tree
was the inter-religious transporter
His eye in the world the great converter.
The spirit of the tree spoke deeply, loudly to us
“Sisters, know this, this place is a safe house against a war you never knew,”
“A god, your god, whom in heaven lit your halo,”
“has kept that realm, that heaven, all to himself”
“He makes the rungs on the latter, how high, how low,”
“He names earth, he names hell, all relative terms from a selfish holy victor.
“The other gods, took other forms, to hide from the Fascist Angel army,”
“The Buddhists are trees, the Pagans the rivers, the Muslims the breeze,
“And what you are, is what we all could be, spiritual beings,”
“It was your insight not your home that made you angels, seeing heaven, that real place, that inter-dimensional space, set your true self free and ablaze."
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Battle of Angels
03:30
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We laid down and thought with the Queen patiently floating
we thought together so deeply our skin grew roots deep into the ground and we merged with the spirit of the tree, echoing set your true self ablaze and free.
The spirit of the tree transported us, now with an army of angels fighting some with metal wings, some with still halo lit faces,
A battle over where the holy place would be placed, or if it could be places.
Yahweh's voice was a million lions roaring, as all past and present angels soaring, breaking time, crushing the past, some pagan gods slowed time some demons made it fast
The fight was for heaven on Earth, the rivers of Pagans rushed towards Gabriel,
The writer wrote down the events, the Fable
The writer watched as my sister and I began to fly, with blue metal wings
We flew towards Yahweh, the god of segregation
We were followed by all the fallen angels, we saw Margot, Riddle and Thorn
Holy instigation, on Yahweh the Angels were turning, with their wings now burning
Yahweh, the god, was a Super Massive black hole
The Angels, inter-dimensional travelers
They took this journey to destroy the great creator
Now both the fallen and the holy turned on The god that kept heaven hidden.
From a light-year away one could see the bright blue light of armies of angels
And now life would be ridden of the holy black hole hidden
From a light-year away
my sister and I killed Yahweh.
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Where We Put Heaven
02:12
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Heaven was ours
Heaven was where we put it
All Angels knew we knew it
My sister and I on holy eyes would rise to speak
The Queen was with all the fallen angels, rusty, tired, with metal wings and florescent halos made
The Buddhist and Muslims, the Hindus, the Sikhs, all the other holies flowed freely as creeks
My sister and I on holy eyes would rise to speak
“Heaven on Earth, with holy fields of holy flowers,”
“Enjoy life forever, with holy knowledge and holy powers,”
We yelled this out, to scream to shout, without any doubt,
Earth was Eden now.
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The Birth of New Eden
01:49
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We flew in formation over the golden sea
We saw glass giants, fields of glowing children, beautiful monsters and spirits from all faiths
Heaven on Earth was the world of dreams realized
Time behaved like water here, it rushed to fit the dreams
We saw families reunited, living in their favorite memories forever
We saw violent men forever locked in cathartic war
Heaven on Earth
Dreams realized
We flew now with the Queen to our right, the Spirit of the tree our left, and endless timeless dreams forever below.
Heaven on Earth
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