I am unconscious 

Floating  in a sea of darkness 

Drifting towards a light

 

Nearing its ambiance 

I see myself 

absorbing the universe 

 

Rolling my arms up and out

Giving birth to angel wings

I am returning

 

It fills me

 I hold center

moving faster than the speed of light

 

I am exalted

 

The crime of war is not without punishment 

The obedient servant to the serpent is without sanctuary 

The words have already been spoken and passed to the heavens 

 

In their white robes

They represent 

An eternal sacrament 

 

Holding the image 

What was once

 Shed of its blood