Moaning loudly as this world punishes
the innocent,
scratching your nails against the walls in ecstasy,
a small, wide-eyed angel flutters her wings
against the current,
and drowns beneath the shallow sea.

The Jesus Christs' of yesterday molest
the fallen angels,
biting then their nails to hammer hands and
feet to trees, while those who suffer elsewhere
suffer nothing but defeat,
and they walk around like zombies in their bare feet.

We are all one,
we are all alone.

08/28/2007

Posted on 08/29/2007
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