Little Letters
Little letters light lots of dark spots.
Symbols that talk and translate my thoughts.
Which when you understand, it is done.
We become one.
What when the sun burns black.
The stars began to run
Hells gate swings back
The Moon's face bleeds, redrum.
Death rides in with sweet Freedom.
And the world is trampled by heathen.
With Cause and Reason
Without pause for a season.
Copyright © Christopher Rodriguez | Year Posted 2022
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