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Gods and angels fight in the heavens.

Thunder crashes and lightning flashes.

Dominance over their dominion hangs in the balance.

The earth below soaks up the rain.

Fields of green flourish and dry river beds fill.

The parched desert breaths a sigh of relief from its aridness.

The sun above pierces the darkness above,

blinding the gods and angels of their sight.

They pause their fight, allowing the rays to break through.

Slowly they refocus to see the beauty below, and

find the peace needed for their souls.

April 12, 2021 ~DRM~

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