The Asking of Rio (salvation)

Angels flying from lows and highs
As Whispers sound daunting from within the skies
Colors collide around my eyes
As Wayward beauty blinds with lies

Men of respect will find their light
As Others begin their eternal fright
Persistent echoes of demons will sound
As Brave Cherubs take to the ground

Beautiful clouds will open up wide
As Souls alike will ride their tide
Wondering and hoping the forgotten will see
As Angels of Light are cast from the sea

Snakes and fire will form a bounty
As the peaceful fly away to their Utopia county
Openings from bottoms shall perish the many
As the Loving shine away in a glory of plenty

Is this the state of our future domain
As we hope and seek that we remain
We have not time to make that call
As He faithfully Asks us to to take our Fall (humility)