a angels instinct

flames set cold to build a saphire statue

running from fear to think their bold

skulls that had to be grinded

bound the ingenious thoughts for eternity

only to keep alive the weak minded souls

agony pours into the river

greed turns sin into a lifestyle  

my love is crushed into sand

this gloomy powder creats a small pile

definitions of how he once felt is now at the midnite rise

it's heard at the shoreline

when the wind blows through the trees

for spirits are never loss

just hidden behind the seen

living in a world that breeds off addcition

a world that has forgot to love

but has learned to love to take

angels shall soon re-enter the room

a final stage to set the curropt straight

to settle the score

send the good to the golden gates

replenish the corruption,

to the few who  will rise

the few who will fall rising

keep the hope alive

keep fighting for  soon all will be rewritten

a new book written for a new lost time

hands of time never stop nor be rewinded

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

hands of time never stop nor be rewinded.........fascinating write.