Angel

Whom is inside, your metal body hide. 
Tendon, become, not red, but black, 
presume. 

That body, bind, and wide 
Can only move so fast. 
To hide. 

I have two wings. 
one is black, the other red. 
For there is something stuck inside my head. 

That hands so large, couldn't not befall. 
That snakes inside my body, 
or darkness, 
or thousands guns and knives. 

I swear. 

Could not deprive. 

The earth is small, and man is weak. 
and the mountains will break and crumble. 
and what becomes of their hates? 

What is it, that moves you inside? 
What is it, that you think is alive. 

What body, do you really know. 

The strain and stretch, and punishment. 


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