Divinity and a throne.

It wasn't they way I thought I'd see it , through the hand of my savior,  but my own, galactic incoherence,  divinity and a throne,  superior are the brings of light, makeshift graves of holy stars,  in a space we call that everlasting always emiting neither spares,  but what becomes of light eternal like a burning constellation to provide effect,  in a world of great disproportion and somber ill neglect, there's a place in time that variable and undefeated life takes hold, neither death or illness likens and neither one grows old, but furtherance and gratitude go hand and foot to trail,  and neither he nor I had set our sights or hearts to fail, in a place so far to represent there's more to breaths than we perceive,  as long as time itself contributes, not a single life would greave , for not a death nor end to thou
In time and space continues on and by, for when you believe in something good,  you advocated the longing sky, and in that everlasting light make promise then for you and I,  that eternity is sometimes warranted by the angels,  and there natural course to fly, and in that light eternal bound one would never die