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left me feeling so daring.
As I moved she stared, with great concentration.
She then spoke the words "Beauty is not my appellation."
From the tone in her voice, I was instantly appeased,
And by her enigmatic beauty I was brought to my knees.
My sedated state lasted only a short duration,
When I moved, she repeated "Beauty is not my appellation."
Again I was puzzled by this mysterious song,

But one with such beauty, I thought, could never be wrong.
When I moved toward her again, she made proclamation.
She said once more, "Beauty is not my appellation."
She then moved herself towards another angel
And the two became tightly entangled.
The two of them joined as one in combination
Then she said "Come and find my appellation."

The new found angel was as beautiful as the first,
However when I approached, she ran in sudden bursts.
With an elegant posture, she sat upon a rock,
And like to a field of flowers, did a dozen birds flock.
I came to find that she was pure,
And her vibrant innocence struck me with great allure.
Something about her was so pristine,
Something within her was so serene.
The equanimity that she possessed,
was a trait which most transgressed.
I could feel her sanctity concentrated,
wordlessly she said "Innocence is not my Appellation."
Even though she was shy at first,
She soon spoke to me, with soft gentle words.
The way she talked breed within me a great admiration,
And then she said "Innocence is not my Appellation."
I talked to her for many a hour,
Simply amazed by innocents power.
But without warning she ran to the third,
And together they formed an angelic bird.

The light blue bird flew up, to a near by tree,
And was quick to display her magnanimity.
As the bird let out her pleasant song,
One thousand rights came from wrong.
As I stared deep into its eyes,
A vivid vision I saw suddenly arise!
A line of men came to pick it's feathers,
And with each one came desired weather!
The bird then came down and offered drink,
It then bestowed the finest foods to eat.
After giving me a pleasant conscious sleep,
The bird flew down to the oceans deep.
She then shot out with one hundred pleas,
She pulled troubled thoughts from the deepest seas.
She soared the dark, fired sky with careful navigation,
Flew back down to say "Compassion is not my appellation."
And then like a cannon she shot into the sky,
Disappeared in the ring of fire that burned so high.
A long second later she rushed down to the fourth,
And entered her soul like an open door.

So there stood four angels who acted as one
An injustice to the world,

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