Vi un ángel

When I was eating my meal(not yours),
And the glottis taking it in (not forced).
I felt a rumble around me,
Which took my eyes off my meal.
Twas a portrait i did see,
Clear and crystaled like the sea:
A man girded in a flowing white gown,
Crowned with brightness,in beauty drown.
His face round like the ball of nature,
Sculped within it are fiery eyeballs in distinct structures.
His hair coiled like adders in their hood,
Fresh like the dawn,ointment on it loosed.
Huuh! He's not taller than my father-
Not fatter,medium nor slimmer.
I heard my eyes had something to say to his pair(my brain),
For this qualified being,mystery on it rain.

Brain:
Men we see're,straped by natures rule.

Eyes:
Nomads we know,who on migration stool.

Both:
This creature worked out of mystery,an heavenly agent.
Surely,Must be an Angel.

Now,let an atheist come say to me:
No existence of a spirit.
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