Beyond a crimson sky where roam the holy seraphs,
Where through the holy smoke that Isaiah saw,
Angels ascending and descending on a ladder of hope,
Wasn't this the vision of that man Jacob?
There is a time in the affairs of men down upon our brown earth,
When steadfast faith and belief become the benchmark,
To hold the pillars up so as to prevent our downfall.
There is a rainbow of hope that lights up the heavens,
That beckons men and women everywhere
To stand tall against the oppressive forces,
Becoming earth's bulwark against the evil genius,
Who prowls around our brown earth,
Seeking our destruction to cover our planet in darkness,
But then,the seraphs surround us with their light.
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