Lured by lust and fired by passion

Held by flight on wings so light

carved by fait who brush away hate

They fly thorugh the night

Dusting off timeless souls and loweing a rope for the good will

They serve as a helper to lost souls managed by the almighty

Aluminating the night sky day and night lighting the night sky for boatsmen to pass

Tailgating thy unworthy mouth of ooze and tampering with hte souls from the darkest of corners

We pray fro them and they pray for us

We come to their likings hoping they will share their arclight Imensed by theimortal compelled to serve all

they ventalate hate, and destroy obstructionWe pray fro there remidy

We pray fro there remidy

Somtimes a false hope must be reopened for the need to help the helpless is a gift from what some people call

Angels from Above

Image by Horia Varlan via Flickr

Image by Horia Varlan via Flickr