Bruising of the Memory

Autumn alley more covid masks than leaves When the blues slipped into black there was a bruising of the memory. but it will all pass both the good and bad like blood through broken glass. Don't let dark moments stop the laughter. Don't stop fighting the puppet master. They're trying to put an end to what we believe in. Putting chains to spirit-to the nape of Christ.. damn fools are married to their folly. Can't help themselves they'll pay dearly in the coming realm when their sashay slips into the broken hips of hell.