Day 1 - Reach for my angel

Reach for my angel

An eye lifted drift, inward capacity, yet outwards downwards sign bridge keep? I gave instructions in tolerance my light, yet you hid, in abandonment, and following sight night?

• You failed me, angel, hid bright with sight, your comfort was upward, and not downward held tight? And what guidance have you, on a coarse hid sight, your allowances and contributions blackened fair night? If you have a coarse for me, hid day, then take my hand, and show me guidance one voice without delay, and hide all others, in coarses shroud light tend, I will capture your hands, in lightening repair fend?

I have eyes tilted backstep drift, yet your visions complete, in rememberances deep, why not reach for my loft, hid sight, and keep the channel open in drift light?

• The throne to me, was lacking fame, lacking midnight, lacking stem sane, and you gave me hands to free wild time, yet instructions lobsided, your eye weighted sign? Can you not forgive in lessons instructions deep deny, that your hands in comfort, were inward in tie, that the deal struck night, could find a chuckle hid light, wanting others, to deal, a strucken shadow kind sight?

Wonderances, shame thee, and eyes lit night, you seem to excel in my hands, breached sight, and what have thee to show in losing wars, hid sane, two hands breached and showered lit fame?

• Who is this nightmare voice as night, the moon has darkened humour, chucked lit kite? Is this a demon or an angel hid fame, a voice, with dark humour and chuckle, annoyances tame?

You hear an obstacle in meetings grip light, yet you shower angels, with obediences lit night, and find throat entries, held gripped to fight, would not find one, with a lightening repair in sight, and shapened the dagger, in quick repair, the soiling his woe, hid in obediences rare?

• And what have thee of this throne of mine, emptiness, idleness, suffering sly chime? And you offer no comfort in wars hid night, disturbances, confrontations, and knowledge hid blight? Show me the hands lit bloodied war keep, in tongues, with vessels, showering love, blooded knit seep, and I will take your hands in confirmation rare, and bloody all passengers, to a shame seep care?

Reach if you will, for the vision part company sight, reach and reach, for my being hid night. My eye is set, to never obey, but tilted your hand, I will save, hid stay, and pull your being, in a pedestal bled lit, to tamper two eyes, to a gaze, lit fight.

• You can do as you wish, in tolerances, blind, your pedestal, I will fight, in your hands bloodied, mirrored find, and a chuckle hid deep, on a pedestal hid night, I can take two more hands, and shower your pedestal bridge sight.

Your hands, are tilted with fames, and wars, and knowledge forbiddings, tidings sold tore. Yet you strike with a being so old with ill fame, that his eyes are tilted, to shadow my tame. Do as you wish, in distrubances new, my eyes are old, and shadowing fame reknew, but if you wish foretellings in bridgings lack forth, then you know our guidances is without bridges, famed sport.

• And what light in attendance to bridge my sight so fine, that you would offer ignorances, in names, hid night tilted sign? And expect my hands to tilt your war hid night, to two shadows, that are gifted in rarirty light time? Show me your differences, in obediences keep, your gifts and your obligations in knowledge wisdom deep, and I will see what I can do with four hands, set find, two eyes, set in motion, and a pedestal stiring sight find. Gift me a pedestal, my own bridge, night, and annoint, my eyes, with a gift sealed tight, and I will correct your war, with two pedestals knit grand, and seal your hands, to my eyes sight sand.

Do not eager station loft so kept, hid night, your sight, is not a bridge, you can yield in tolerance wept sight, nor capacity found in wars breached gain, you anger a throne, on a bridge of fame, and tilt expectactions, your pedestal night name?

• Then what do you want, on your pedestals hid night, my finger a stir, in your judgement hid sight? Or your guidance, one voice, one command, conseqitive greet, to fly, my hands in obedenece keep? Or wings of glory, in confusion tilt fame, an angel of war, to confusion knit sane, and tilt his anger, in reknewal eyes tears, to shower his birth, in death hand rid fears?

You tilt a being of power, in riddance blame, yet you rid sane glory, in a shower knit night, and expect a being, hid light as glory kept fame, to rid his eyes, in hands knit war tame?

• I do nothing, as your breach is just one eyes gain, and you expect mercy, in my hands in isolation shame? And what angel would lacking stem reach greet, but hands with a name, and shame corridor slight teach? Give me a being in physicality grow, with hands on mine, in a reach no shadows may grow, not idle names and pedestals to see, sight, is so unkept your kind, I can’t tailor in physicality, your gift to my knee.

You wish to guide with a station of woe, yet your hands are arrogance stationing times to sow, and you wish to keep, your hands intact reach shame, yet can not reach with a pedestal sight my eye teach in times knit fame, and instructions of light in tidings crop your worth, I have given instructions several times, lit sight night kite.

• Your instructions reap my eyes, so dear, so clear, that captured in eternity, knitted with fear, that sow your eyes, not blinking sigh detect, to foretellings swept night, in a ridge bridge kept tame, and you swallow a war, on my sight, as light, yet what are instructions, to a folding hands physicality blight?

I have proved several times, the knitted eye pedestal fame, you have angered a throne, in arrogance name, and you wish to seek in fame, a victory bold sane, to throw and destroy, a reward hid tame? Seek the appature, in breach held night, and shake his foreword, in a blame, his hands chuckle denied light, and seek his guidance, in further appartures greet, not wars with beings, to cement backhands a throne your recovery eyes sleet.