A sunny day

a breeze caresses from my left shoulder to my right

as if the wind was hugging me

in front of me

an army of white clad angels

of the purest form

stand before me

on top of a hill poised for battle

a steep, jagged hill. not much for climbing up

I look to my left, i see

adulterers, criminals, murderers, and evildoers

I look to my right, i see

Demons, devils, fiends, and Gods rejected creatures

I give the command

the tattered and torn banners

blow in the wind, like serpens after prey

up we go

fighting heavens mightiest warriors

we will be victorious though

for we are Gods finest.

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This poem is not liked to well by the really religious. I must clarify that this poem is spoken in view of the crowd that jesus would hang around. he would always be around the "bad" and "evil" crowd. the angels in the poem represent those who think that they are perfect christians in a way. that evil is evil and isn't worth a try to save.