Angels upon puffy pillows of cotton candy gliding through the skies,
Illuminated with fluorescent warmth.
Baby angels are born as another pillow is patiently sewn through the makers hands,
With the angelic melody of the angels rejoicing ringing in the air.
a place of no sorrow,
no pain,
and never a tear,
only buetifuly colored jewels shaped in a horseshoe
look around
take it in
for this is the lords glory on display
[not done, i dont usually write like this, so this is just me trying a different style of writing]
[i dont think i like the ending, should i change it?]
