Angels fell towards heaven this time. Things got mixed up. God reversed the beams and the devil became Jesus Christ. He was a benign messiah and he gave all that came to see him presents of franchinsence. The original Jesus was proper pissed off.
there is only one. i know it is real. he always has hepled me and i’m sure he will further on. i just have one more wish so plz make it come true! plz plz!
the angels were beautiful in their glory to ascension and their selfish endeavors were overshadowed by their plots to take what was rightfully theirs and nothing could stop the winged guardians in their plans.
Angels and angles is a piece by a shitty indie band that a lot of people like because they are bad. It is also the name of a beautiful work of art by a good friend of mine. The later is hanging in my room right now. I think of a golden wing, feathers made of crystalline steel. Which is ridiculous because angels don’t exist at all and wouldn’t have wings if they did.
An angel flew through the window and solemnly gazed upon my tear-filled face. I looked up and saw her immense beauty. I was frightened. I was worried.he leaned down and put her face next to mine. She whispered into my ear.
Her angelic face was cast in the red light from the overhead lamp; I frowned, continued to make small talk, realizing that nothing could ever be mine forever.
Live above the sky
watching our movements
not for a peepshow but to keep us saafe
safe from things they know
which we are unaware
we would love to be in their place
but hate the process
and we say we’re at piece!
Live above the sky
watching our movements
not for a peepshow but to keep us saafe
safe from things they know
which we are unaware
we would love to be in their place
but hate the process
and we say we’re at piece!
Are angels real. Is religion real. How will we ever really know unless we just die and find out the purpose of life and if there is a Heaven and angels do exists. While I don’t neccesarily believe in angels I do believe in some form of someone looking out for me. Whether it be deceased loved ones or someone else, I feel very strongely that there are people who care about me looking out for me from bove. That makes me happy and it brings me peace knowing that they have touched my life and they still can in life after they are no longer here on this Earth.
The angels started closing in on me. My path before me became thinner and thinnner. The angels eventually closed all the way in and that was the end of it.
“Angels are pretty, really, they are, iridescent wings of rainbow colors, huge wings too. i mean I dreamt of them many times, they are protective too, they keep watch over you, they do, they like make sure your seat belt is functioning and stuff.. really, and they keep you safe. I dreamt it.” she said.
little babies that smell of sleep and powder. long soft eyelashes before big, open, curious eyes that smile. nestled in the crook of my arm. twitching, cooing, nuzzling in. sweet babies these angels will be.
It really annoys me when people misspell ANGEL when they really mean ANGLE or ANGLE when they really mean ANGEL-I mean come on! Do a spell check or at least read over what you have before you hit ‘send.’
fun loving, dead, fly, white in the sky the river is where they met the angels standing on the hillside like dear, if you were an angel i would try to remember you to be able to remember who i was to come back to the real world, yet have to disapear into the mountainside to hide the fact that i was not living or breathing anymore because they would build an amusement park out of me.
The angels had all fallen, crashing to the earth at the same time that the demons rose. It had been early morning when it happened, and you could see the trails of their bodies falling like those on meteors. As they landed the world was changed, for true good and evil had just arrived upon the planet and soon the two forces would be warring. Soon the end would come.
Angels are pretty creatures, but I don’t think much more of them. I think people are angels. There are people in our lives that save us all the time. My mom collects figurines of angels. I have no clue why. I prefer a star on my christmas tree than an angel.
angels we have heard on high. Never saw an angel. Met some wonderful folks that I swore that they must be angels. My guardian angel I hope is watching and caring for me
“Are You an Angel ?” said Anakin to Padme.
“Sorry ?” she answered.
“Are you an Angel ? It is said that they are the most beautiful beings in the universe.”
The angels speak in different ways. Their voices barely audible above the din of daily life. Yet they ring so sweetly in our ears. If only we had the patience to listen.
dont tell me if im dreaming, of angels on the moon. i dont wanna know. speaking of which, we can conclude that angels do not require a form or medium of air somewhat to survive in outer space, begging the question. are they human, or some coporeal being that transcends such simple needs.
Angel looked over the bar to the old man in the corner. He sat there every day in the same place, drank “the usual” and tapped his fingers as he hummed. She didn’t recognise the tune. She had never thought to ask.
Those hackneyed subjects, the Eternal Insiders, flapping about to bring bad news from the Central Command. Even Mary, Most Blessed, got “Hi, you’re now an unwed mother!” What do they care about our struggles? They retired before even having to work, not one day straining at the plow or changing a diaper.
I use to watch you sit upon your perch, gloomy eyes and with a little perverse. I didn’t mean to pluck your pretty wings but now i sit and watch you peck at the door looking to be free, i can’t let you go because your my angel and momma told me so.
fly up in the air with wings. THey touch people on TV. They are messengers of God. Satan was an angel before he fell. But when he fell, he took 1/3 of the Angels with him. There are lots of religions that are linked to angels.
Heaven’s Angels weren’t as fearsome as the Hell’s Angels but they were more…evangelical. Fanatical even, some might say. What they lacked in brute force they more than compensated with in the form of pamphlets and literature, directing people to their god and proper vehicle maintenance.
sharp pointy enges covered the land scape metal twisted in every direction of insanity. this was war. this was pain. this is whats left of man kind. let me tell you about them.
Angels fell towards heaven this time. Things got mixed up. God reversed the beams and the devil became Jesus Christ. He was a benign messiah and he gave all that came to see him presents of franchinsence. The original Jesus was proper pissed off.
there is only one. i know it is real. he always has hepled me and i’m sure he will further on. i just have one more wish so plz make it come true! plz plz!
the angels were beautiful in their glory to ascension and their selfish endeavors were overshadowed by their plots to take what was rightfully theirs and nothing could stop the winged guardians in their plans.
Angels and angles is a piece by a shitty indie band that a lot of people like because they are bad. It is also the name of a beautiful work of art by a good friend of mine. The later is hanging in my room right now. I think of a golden wing, feathers made of crystalline steel. Which is ridiculous because angels don’t exist at all and wouldn’t have wings if they did.
An angel flew through the window and solemnly gazed upon my tear-filled face. I looked up and saw her immense beauty. I was frightened. I was worried.he leaned down and put her face next to mine. She whispered into my ear.
Her angelic face was cast in the red light from the overhead lamp; I frowned, continued to make small talk, realizing that nothing could ever be mine forever.
Live above the sky
watching our movements
not for a peepshow but to keep us saafe
safe from things they know
which we are unaware
we would love to be in their place
but hate the process
and we say we’re at piece!
Live above the sky
watching our movements
not for a peepshow but to keep us saafe
safe from things they know
which we are unaware
we would love to be in their place
but hate the process
and we say we’re at piece!
Do you believe in angels? I did as a child. Thought they watched over us. I think as a child you can believe that anything is possible.
Are angels real. Is religion real. How will we ever really know unless we just die and find out the purpose of life and if there is a Heaven and angels do exists. While I don’t neccesarily believe in angels I do believe in some form of someone looking out for me. Whether it be deceased loved ones or someone else, I feel very strongely that there are people who care about me looking out for me from bove. That makes me happy and it brings me peace knowing that they have touched my life and they still can in life after they are no longer here on this Earth.
The angels started closing in on me. My path before me became thinner and thinnner. The angels eventually closed all the way in and that was the end of it.
“Angels are pretty, really, they are, iridescent wings of rainbow colors, huge wings too. i mean I dreamt of them many times, they are protective too, they keep watch over you, they do, they like make sure your seat belt is functioning and stuff.. really, and they keep you safe. I dreamt it.” she said.
little babies that smell of sleep and powder. long soft eyelashes before big, open, curious eyes that smile. nestled in the crook of my arm. twitching, cooing, nuzzling in. sweet babies these angels will be.
Angels are something we may or may not believe in, but in times of stress my call on for help.
Angels are not repetitive. kind of like this, because idfk what to do and sdmfkdmkfsmdkfm I wish i could fly, i wish i could be with you once more.
It really annoys me when people misspell ANGEL when they really mean ANGLE or ANGLE when they really mean ANGEL-I mean come on! Do a spell check or at least read over what you have before you hit ‘send.’
Ugh. I have so many issues with religion and it makes me so uncomfortable that I really don’t want to post anything on the subject.
fun loving, dead, fly, white in the sky the river is where they met the angels standing on the hillside like dear, if you were an angel i would try to remember you to be able to remember who i was to come back to the real world, yet have to disapear into the mountainside to hide the fact that i was not living or breathing anymore because they would build an amusement park out of me.
so graceful so beautiful… kad bi sve bile anđeli lijepo bi mi bilo. meke koze, podatnih krila, uhhhhhh kada bi to samo bilo ostavrivo letjeli bi u noc
Angels sang, trumpets sounded, babies cooed and fireworks danced with lightning and thunder through a technicolor sky.
Our first kiss was absolute magic.
Upon my brow they sit,
Capturing my every action, decision, reaction.
Reporting to a higher power, I am watched, judged and meted a decision.
Who are they to say what is right or wrong?
The angels had all fallen, crashing to the earth at the same time that the demons rose. It had been early morning when it happened, and you could see the trails of their bodies falling like those on meteors. As they landed the world was changed, for true good and evil had just arrived upon the planet and soon the two forces would be warring. Soon the end would come.
Angels are pretty creatures, but I don’t think much more of them. I think people are angels. There are people in our lives that save us all the time. My mom collects figurines of angels. I have no clue why. I prefer a star on my christmas tree than an angel.
angels we have heard on high. Never saw an angel. Met some wonderful folks that I swore that they must be angels. My guardian angel I hope is watching and caring for me
“Are You an Angel ?” said Anakin to Padme.
“Sorry ?” she answered.
“Are you an Angel ? It is said that they are the most beautiful beings in the universe.”
The angels speak in different ways. Their voices barely audible above the din of daily life. Yet they ring so sweetly in our ears. If only we had the patience to listen.
dont tell me if im dreaming, of angels on the moon. i dont wanna know. speaking of which, we can conclude that angels do not require a form or medium of air somewhat to survive in outer space, begging the question. are they human, or some coporeal being that transcends such simple needs.
Falling.
Sleeping.
Dreaming.
Weaving.
Waking.
Seeing.
Angels.
Crying.
Missing.
Today.
Please come home.
Angel looked over the bar to the old man in the corner. He sat there every day in the same place, drank “the usual” and tapped his fingers as he hummed. She didn’t recognise the tune. She had never thought to ask.
As they soar through the heavens it occurs to none that they are in fact walking the plains of earth.
Those hackneyed subjects, the Eternal Insiders, flapping about to bring bad news from the Central Command. Even Mary, Most Blessed, got “Hi, you’re now an unwed mother!” What do they care about our struggles? They retired before even having to work, not one day straining at the plow or changing a diaper.
I use to watch you sit upon your perch, gloomy eyes and with a little perverse. I didn’t mean to pluck your pretty wings but now i sit and watch you peck at the door looking to be free, i can’t let you go because your my angel and momma told me so.
fly up in the air with wings. THey touch people on TV. They are messengers of God. Satan was an angel before he fell. But when he fell, he took 1/3 of the Angels with him. There are lots of religions that are linked to angels.
nonexistent, fictional, seraph
My lover…
Wrong as it is in Plural
I believe in angels
Heaven’s Angels weren’t as fearsome as the Hell’s Angels but they were more…evangelical. Fanatical even, some might say. What they lacked in brute force they more than compensated with in the form of pamphlets and literature, directing people to their god and proper vehicle maintenance.
There are angels among us..send down to us from somewhere up above..
The angels know what we’ve done. They know because of the sadness in our souls. We are rabid. They come down and snap our necks
sharp pointy enges covered the land scape metal twisted in every direction of insanity. this was war. this was pain. this is whats left of man kind. let me tell you about them.