Sunday, January 17, 2016

in the blinding light

we think we see angels approach

but in the shadow of their arrival

we see the horrid batwings of judgment

and we don't know what to feed them

for leniency's sake

and find out their idea of feed

is all the crap in our souls we'd disown

one way or another we are naked in reckoning

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