why the chicken isn't part of the angels family
I tell myself how crazy i am and that the world is just not mine.
See myself in the mirror of man, a face that wants to shine.
Kindness kills my fingers raw, the skin of man prefers a scat.
To recognize the fight of days, and humanize an angels race.
Soaring up within my mind i escape the truth of life.
A dreamer I’m accused of all, to be the eve when weakness calls.
I tell myself how crazy i am and that somehow tje worlds my friend.
Hoping no one can see the truth i hide my little girl bruises.
Skillfully my craft is growing. Yet, i regret ever consciously knowing,
That no one cares and few will see a vision bare my eyes to bleed.
Darkness has a bold new plan. I tell myself I’m crazy again.
Still forsaken i embrace the tattered.
No time to waste the mirror of man has shattered.
With not a way to see itself, the human race is led to hell.
One by one their nes are read, the pride of days are prisoners instead.
I take a bite of an apple core, and from my perch
Darkness closrs its door. And still the left behind can hear the
Race of angels svreaming in fear.
I tell myself how crazy i am, and that makes me feel a little better.
Just as long as i dont look up at the sky-its still polluted with feathers.
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