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(A lone voice whispers)
In this everlasting darkness
My beloved Phanuel
We the tragic Fallen
All still seek redemption and salvation and pray endlessly to be pardoned
For in this dark statue filled midnight garden
Where all the invisible dweller's in-between parallel worlds choose to hide
In just another brief mystery of time after they cross over
Only to cry when they eventually realise they've died
Like a well-loved story written in the first mystical books of Adam and Eve
I can still remember when I once ran wildly and carefree like
Huckleberry Fin on every New Years Eve
Into that old world's beautiful boudoirs of invigorating sin
Daring to reach those hidden dark places
Amongst the wily predators and sharks
Where even Angels choose not to play their golden harps
To help bring forth the light
A similar place where I now lay
Where all you can do is just laugh cry or pray
And like in the eternal play of the Apocalypse of Mosis
I nowadays never breathe in fear
For in the end
I know everyone loses
Even those still living beyond the light barrier and multi-dimensional frequencies
Separated from our two ages
By our misjudged actions and Father Deaths dire consequences
I currently stand in front of these Great White Gates
Of the Master of the All the Light and Hidden Places
I still whisper your secretive once cherished name
You know
Phanuel the Archangel
My only friend and hope in this ever-growing darkness
Praying inwardly it carries my silent words to you
Wherever you go
For I have now alone
Walked the spiritually illuminating but also devastating Trail of the Last Circle
Using my worn Bible as my only reliable guide in which to confide
For I know this is my last chance and not just another rehearsal
Since my true love still lives on a plane of existence in which only the living can survive
That's why I call to you Phanuel my Archangel
For within this solitude
As I learned on the Trail of Last Circle
That there can be no joyful magic without any drops of painful tears of gratitude
No love without experiencing and cashing in some of tragedy's realities wet checks
For aren't we all but masquerading as beautiful pure angels that have the power to deceive
Goodness and light enacted by skilful charlatans
Presented for all to see
But in our deepest innermost core
Those who can truly perceive
Know the intensity of such hidden truths
And it’s why I still search these Great Lands
To find just you
Phanuel
Don't you remember me
Your most loyal servant Emmanuel
It may be a new murder by rejection
As I now knock the long deep knock
On these Great White Gates
Lullabied by the Seraphim as I wait for a response in these hidden chords of time
Listening to them ferociously singing
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is full of his glory.
Remembering when he filled me with such hope
When after a visit for Holy Communion and I felt compelled to confess all my guilty stories
Whenever I tried to repent after committing another love crime
But like all the dark mysteries
Connected with the Holy Grail
Maybe this time around
I won't just fall on my badly bruised knees
Buckle under and fail
Only to then turn back and run into the familiar welcoming darkness
Maybe this time around
You'll appear my beloved Phanuel
To slowly open up these Great White Gates and lead me away
To a new life filled with a newfound love of redemption and eventual salvation
A place where I can live in peace and tranquillity for all eternity
Phanuel
Please hear my call
Copyright John Duffy
Archangel Phanuel is known as the angel of repentance and hope.
He encourages people to repent of their sins and pursue eternal relationships with God.
Which can give them the hope they need to overcome guilt and regret.
Salute.
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