Angel Gabriel
skinless in my suit
i leave my eyes
within a box;
my tongue in a river.
Boiling heat and summer
where we smell all the
little ones burning
and i cannot speak.
Hell and Heaven are
rebelling
AND what youth we have
spent
Oh, Gabriel come
stand with me
as you with God
"Man of God."
Yea, come. With
Michael. Come,
let us scare
the world into love.
:: 11-05-2017 ::
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