The Angels came, so I'm told
One hundred fourty four fold
Through the eqinox door, loud as thunder
From the first breath their soul
Wonders what to behold
Of this world, full of color and wonder
Just in time, so it seems
Mankinds wasting his dreams
On vanity and precious metal
The religion, all told
A selfish quest for gold
A rose fraught with all thorn, naught with petal
Still we deal our own hand
Always knowing the plan
Never works without love of our brother
But our brother it seems
Lost the path to his dreams
Now stands cold to the touch of another
If they reach us in time
Will he find peace of mind
Will he share with us lifes secret pleasure
Heavens there if you see
Love from you.... love from me
Is the secret to lifes hidden treasure
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