Arks an Angles

Mark the cheriub by the old town spring, flowing from it from the throne of God with steady stream A trickle to the ocean is seems like a dream Could that little flow make the whole world know what man is and the heart that we cannot know. I am rhyming but my lines are not defining I am sort of in a darkness I need not be shining How in the hell you gonna do me this way How in the hell did hell rule me to this place I am fighting it losing it that sucks I am guess I am flat footed and some kind of duck Quackity quack dont quack back