Anger in hiding

Anger like the ripening blood that flows untrue, their fate vaulted and pulled through. The choice to be favored as fruit. A vision so god sent. They"ll never repent a comment that felt so much emotion like wasted days and fields kept. The sight of the river beside was just a guess of time that never wondered. For a blessing so innocent. Those favors fainted. Laying so damned and deaf, the vision of hope could only be heightened.  Up higher bushes grew all around them. Evil joins together pushing angels left hiding. Even their presence was misguided. Darkened saints, never needed patience, without past sights of times hated. Their everlasting weakness.