If Angels had a voice

either we do, or we do not exist
if we are, we would have kissed
any and all we may have missed
as souls dance in heavens' mist
who's grip fights words verse fist?

Fear not for one moment, be not afraid
perhaps voices carry when you prayed
perhaps a response that we do not fade
not alone and not a loan, price all payed

Hush now children, please knot one sound
som thing claims something has been found
can you have chosen your truth to be unbound?

either we do, or we do not exist
if we are, we would have kissed
any and all we may have missed
as souls dance in heavens' mist
who's grip fights words verse fist?

ordered to the threshold of the door
quest for truth and love nothing more
angelic constitutions inner eye's core
riches are gifts from humble and poor
the currency is truth, do you not adore
heaven's surplus is our merchant's store

reader, you have stood in rank with angelic faces
we have wisdom of battle from the darkest places
outside of that box, a preview reviewing the cases
balancing wager verses to and fro dodging paces
why know not knot, tie, together show and tell laces
if reality is what reality does, then truth surely traces
opposition opposes those who give ours any chases

either we do, or we do not exist
if we are, we would have kissed
any and all we may have missed
as souls dance in heavens' mist
who's grip fights words verse fist?

false hope and lies is offered by a thing called "hate"
if we are, then we say to it: "you do discriminate"
we are never tardy, off mark, or even ever too late
to send this message to "hate", we say "dissapate"
we bear witness to your prodogy of a sad dismal fate

if you've choiced, then we choose to chose
to hear your plee, "hate" of you we dispose
confronted at the beginning, not at the close
if you had a choice, this is what ours chose

either we do, or we do not exist
if we are, we would have kissed
any and all we may have missed
as souls dance in heavens' mist
who's grip fights words verse fist?

in darkest hours through all the recesses of time
we approached the riddles written hid in rhyme
conduits of truth buried within the souls' sublime
if knowing truth is sin, then it is it not our crime
your choice to sound off loud, or act as a mime
share yours if you wish, your path is our climb
our choirs press forth, our orchestra is a chime
your truth a beacon of light in darkness's time

we thank you for yours, as you thank us for mine
the numbers of the pride who choose to ride fine
those who stepped up and choiced to cross the line

the fellowship of truth who marched in stride
holy order of knights, and the mighty pride
knotting, serving, knitting, who seek all tied
and search for the last echoes weeping, cried?
in this realm there is do or do not, what is "tried"?
with your truth, it is us who choose we complied
and one day soon, it will be said "they have not lied".

i strolled under the threshold looking down at the door
will i be who i will be? i don't have an answer any more
am i who i am anymore? do scales lie about the score?
i floated slowly over a threshold looking up at the door.

am i destined by life's fate to know i am the same?
i have yet to meet anyone who makes that claim.
we went out to serve, we gathered and they came.
are we destined to ever know that we are the same?

will we ever be what we once were, or more,
having seen the truth of having known war?
even less and even more, are we not too soar?
through mists of myths and legend and lore,
stepped outside trinity to win battle against four.
we stopped in depths darkest and said: "NO MORE!"

i strolled under the threshold looking down at the door
will i be who i will be? i don't have an answer any more
am i who i am anymore? do scales lie about the score?
i floated slowly over a threshold looking up at the door.

shamanistic mistique the first path's past
reach with empathy unto the final of last
to witness what opinion vs. truth do cast
and share in truth as emotion, eyes chast
sacred wisdoms speed of speeds, its fast
never is truth beaten, its relayed passed
those who thought they were out classed
humbled virtues shares stock, flocks vast

through yesteryears' legends, myths, and sacred lore
truth was hidden, long since gone past, in day of yore
comes truth of truths, that the timekeepers were tore
echoes and whispers of coincidence buried at the core
if choiced not your battle, then it's our unfinished chore
decievers of key communication within, nothing more
until you have choiced to confront open your last door
then you remain a slave not knowing, rich not, but poor

launguage cursed, something hexed
your tongues twisted seek writ text?

If angelic orders had chosen a voice
without free will, but still they choice?

a stance has been taken and they poise
to defy the foul sounds of a lying noise
pride seeks what makes chosens to toys
they sway not, balanced knows the ploys

If the angels had a voice
would they have a choice

truth is the currency of the masters' pride
with that payed in tight formation we ride
unbound by graces our faces do not hide
for truth is truth, against lies angels collide
write what's right of knights rites knot lied
right is truth, truth is on, know your side?