Chained angels
beneath the river Euphrates
rattle and rage
awaiting that precious key.
Somewhere,
in an ancient valley,
the very dust begins to vibrate
with quickening bones
that one day, thrones
will fail to restrain
at the trumpet’s ringing refrain.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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