Even angels long to look into these things.
—God’s word on all the truth in the bible being revealed in the last days.
Safety net higher than the ceiling
I don’t know if I’m alive or if I’m dreaming
On an angel’s wings we fly and burst into feeling
Made with pride but maybe I’m just believing
I hope we die together because on our own the other is screaming
And although I’m bleeding, I conceal the scar tissue with selective hearing
A wound visible but deceiving
Selective mind to an open heart flowing til we catch the time
Catch myself and attack my health
No disguise says I’m fine.
All my days weren’t enough
Truth and blame built from dust and if the shadows blow winds so cold
Boldly I clutch my soul, trembling at the lies it told.
Speak what is important but hold back the tears unreported, with no proportion.
To the sway of the ocean, if its creatures returned without extortion
The war has not begun and yet the end is near just below the sun.
A threat when you find me here driving far off the dusted paths
And at dark the dusk covers my fears because salvation has disappeared
I beg; guide me towards the light for my life cannot begin safely in this revere
But my pride looks so thirsty from way up here.
ARCANGEL LA MARAVILLA ♫♪
My dream is to walk into a bodega in Harlem & see this