Salvation's Cherubs

by a proxy delivered a days sour face its painted eye fixed on jacob's ladder and salvation's cherubs who seven times sevenfold tell the tale but the tale is threadbare by the time they have spun the spin all call each other rookies as they verbally fistfight over the breadcrumb leavings charred remains of her melted mind smoulder weakly in the interment rain she would sit in the dirt sketching beautiful things known for being pretty for all the eyes that don't see leaving the brick and mortar life for everything imagination tells you is so beautiful you don't want to change the world just want your world to change