Angels' Procession

Good and evil stand side by side, In this realm where both reside. In a world of chaos, they both exist. Good and evil in a paradoxical twist. But powerful angels protect the realm. Divine and deadly and ever at the helm. With grace they descend, wings shining bright Guardians of peace in heaven's sight. The angels speak with voices so wise. And, as the bible foretold, humanity cries. Combatting darkness with celestial might, Each angel carries but one sword of light. Then this angelic host sings in an ethereal way. These protectors divine weave night into day. Beings transcendant with a physical spark. Lanterns of heaven in the deepest dark. In this world where darkness will often fall, Angels of grace, guard us through it all. Mankind approaches, firearms in hand And the heavenly legions take up their stand. Angels and guns: a paradox entwined With the world seeking peace in a similar mind. It's a paradox melded into a heavenly hue: Protectors of mankind, whatever ensues.