Wild Vanilla

Cerberus bleeds through copper tablets. The red skinned angel spews the truth Of ages. Of wood: we sing hollow Hosannas: too many fragments Of light – flutter past the eyelids. I wait. Impatiently – push stones Through needle eyes. Honey Combed monsters breath deep. Mimic Lies told by cloaked creatures living On shadow time. The flesh forever green. Pillars of fire Illuminate infinity. Here comes the (dis)believer of the free word. Those that stain us – rule. Hypocrisy of the one that deigned himself God. Later, the fly awakens. Time to leave, The dream has finally run out.