A land close beyond the skies.

Floating over the pomegranate skies

A land awakes and the sun dries.

Slipping away time like a third handed clock

Stopped to take stock of the moment.


Vested in glory and bequeathed with the light

A city of glory, weakens the mighty.

Shimmering candescence of altosphereic mass

Descends through the crackling sky.

Disambiguous now, the Son of Mans creation

Greats the sons of men as angels announce the only true City.

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