Asylum

No one refuses a refuge Even the holiness stays at sanctuary. I'm halfway into the street whose paw had held million souls & millions of us astray at nights like the Sun caught up in the chambers of the Moon. I'm now along the street thunder trashed us & we burn & flaky are we without the taste of Bethlehem only the hayfield we lay bare. Open up your vast paw wild beast has throttle in mass thousands of us oblivion of the dark; splatter on us Jerusalem: our hearts is panting via our mouths ONLY FIVE MINUTES & we'll be chopped. Quick! Quick!! Quick!!! O, what a strong stones and bricks you're made of that spread messianic hands across the borders of torrent ocean. We know your dreams are moribund; before you we can't shelter instead the desultory Sun will have all of us tan. Peaceful stay on the rocks of the Earth as we wiggle off to hunt for asylum after here. Excel Chinagorom Michael