'Stay your hand!,oh mighty Angel
For wisdom falls on a dry land'
A land, where mortals strut and
strain against the winds of time..
Mere clay that stands errect and
shakes his fists at the heavens,and
curses as though diety was his debtor..
Yet stay your hand Trumpet Angel..hold
back the the four winds of destruction!
Man who will drink the full measure of
his violence may yet repent..
He will slaughter..He will kill, and
innocent blood his drink of desire..
Oh, that he turns his eyes towards
trancendent rays of divine light..
Oh, that the that truth would burn
through the blackness of the abyss..
The earth groans within itself, and the
sun yearns for the morning star..
But look to the heavens oh man..
For there stands an Angel on the
precipice of time with outstretched arm..
And with the voice of Eternity utters this
warning..
'Take heed ye inhabitants of the earth''
That for every falling star, and for every
passing shadow shall be a strike of the clock,
and a reminder that man who chases a foolish
vanity shall once again..become dust, and all
dust shall be gathered for judgement!