{SEVEN ANGELS OF THE THRONE}

The Curtains Set 

As They Came Up 

And Went

Where It Left Behind 

Her Departure
All That It Ever Had.

That Kind Of Nature 

In Your Heart.

I Wear Your Colors Now

I Wore That Pledge;
I Found That Key.
I Killed That Yesterday;
I Was Not Me.
I Would Hearken To Those Swaggering Talk Of Arms,
I Will Look Neither Back Nor Forward
I See No Great Change Upon My Sorrow;

Found We Two Split Down The Middle.
Listen, They Have Seven Words Together.