Wings flap to the beat of the ancient drums
I hear them flying ever so swiftly in
With druid drums of a different time
They tease my senses then
Perhaps just to madden my mind
With their wings beating to a different time
Black in aura moving with their mannequin moves
They play notes in the wind
Chorus by choruses the beat goes on
Carrying the coach of the master of death
Ready to come in the midnight moon
To take away your breath
To the mansion above they'll carry your soul
To sit upon the judgment throne
Gifts of love with golden wings
Then are given the righteous thou
But oh to those whom cross to bare
They'll carry you to flames
Were gnashing of the mind
Will bring to you much pain
Beware the wings that flap to the beat
Of the ancient druid drums
They'll fly ever so swiftly in
When your judgment then has come
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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Love, Janet xoxoxo
"Chorus by choruses the beat goes on
Carrying the coach of the master of death
Ready to come in the midnight moon
To take away your breath"