The Nephilim are among us
They walk where normal angels fear to tread,
They are iconaclastic they’re seen as deviant souls
They are ancient and primordial,
They are representing the oldest souls
You look to me and wonder,
About this, how could I possibly know,
It’s because I am Nephilim
The thing of which stories were told,
I am of the book of Enoch
I come from distant times,
But I move among you watching
But you can’t see me because you’re blind,
I am Nephilim,
Iconaclastic Nephilim,
I am Nephilim,
The last of the fallen angels.
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Interesting poem. I’ve read if Nephilim and heard of the tales but curious to learn more on the same.
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Aha!! (I read — and responded — to the earlier poem first.) That explains it then. ;)) Another very evocative poem. :)) 🙌🌷❤︎
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Once again I thank you for reading and appreciating my work. Yours, always watching 😂 faux 🙏
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LOL!!!! I love this so much, cracked me up!!! 😂😂😆🤗😜 thanks always, for the lovely star. 🌟 (You know… the one that you are. ;)) 🤩🙏
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Thanks very much 🥰🙏 Faux
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