stillframe photo'synthetic
texturevaporates tastes of dreamlike
stages having no sound or
peace of mindless treasurestolen as
timerasespaceverywhere
reuniting us once again with our creator
in a crater of filth and sin
drenching us with lies and decietwined
inside sight of open eyes
burning each of us intourselveshivering
from cold wind from wings
talking in gusts of cyclones unconcious
decisions carrying answers
to untravelledillemaswingingreed
in one hand,reaching for
ours with the other one that's free
taking a risk as safety
disintegrates like sand between
barefeet on shorelinestreams
vanishing with rippleswimming in
transparent beams of light
while magnificent moons merge on
maroon tears of angels
flapping broken wings,wearing cracked halo's
leaking love
upon all our graves
shallow as the opinions we spit
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