Saturday, July 16, 2011


Passed between a childhood memory
      breaking glass
      something can't be resisted.
      Break the clay
      steel emerge
      black wings
      heavy with time.

      After i took your soul
      I entered your dream
      before  you stood in real form
      felt your body convulse

      For a moment I blessed you
      you resisted
      no angel existed.
      The street took it all away,
      you refuse to believe
      in celestial beings among us
      walking breathing dying.

      I believe a change is coming...

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