When Men Trifle With Godliness
It falls...
With grace above pearl clouds
Afore it screams once more
It will scream one thousand
Before you lose your breath
High above reproach
It makes the speeds it sounds
Unheard tears cry symphonic
But, all I hear is death
Play the notes which hold
Cutting circumstance upon the air
Like silent wings from heaven
They spread...
Beating, down and down
Blowning kisses to the soldiers
Ending up on killing ground
Shadows on buildings is all that's left
And somewhere else I'm sure regret
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2013
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