Martin Luther stll dreams

Martin Luther and his wings dream apart they shroud his ears to filter the echo of chains. Dreams merge, King warms Lincoln's feet as he lay at rest. Martin wears Abe's shoes-JFK campaigns, King eyes an assassin. Kennedy falls with two towers. Liberated wings wait for a woken Luther to rise-ranking the calls as they plummet. Waiting for a saviour to out soar the fires below- both famous and obscure prophets blow against opposing sides of the flames, King landing without bias breathes onto the blaze, he creates the piercings ready for the loaning of celestial flight. Angel Martin's time on earth is finite.