Speak only in tongues.
Don't cross my mind.
Nor cross any of my paths.
Just continue walking,
please be silent and walk.
Look at the trees now.
Look at the sky.
Prepare for this cold rainfall.
We walk into the fog,
ready for another.
The scent is colder,
than expected.
The trail leads to confusion.
Yet we still carry on,
let's just ignore their words.
There is a house there.
In ore, impressed,
we walk towards this nature.
Deformed footprints praying,
but we don't answer them.
Slowly through the door.
Barely up the stairs.
The pace is killing me now.
Why can't we hurry up?
He's a heavy sleeper.
Stabbed right in the back.
Sheets, pillows, crimson
like the red ribbon that ties
around my neck in shame.
Cry tears of guilt, shame, thought.
Echoes in the grass.
Drag him away
from his undeserved king bed.
Fascist, sexist, racist.
All traits of a coward.
I hope the blow hurt,
why should you know.
Whatever do you do? Tell
me when you are ever
on your own. Deserted.
And life is so rich.
Let's not waste time.
Why should we waste all our time,
for a crime that we had
to commit? Yet we still walk.
Nope, run. No more walks.
Blood stained on your
delicate, angelic face.
The irony remains.
An angel kills a king.
Like a moth to light,
like endless quests.
Why shall we return to him?
His existence was false.
A saint kills a ruler.
Sure, unjustified
as it may be,
but we shall not hesitate.
One pause means we will lose.
A god kills the demon.
The stains on the grass,
such a sad sight.
It blossoms into a flower.
Yet you wish to end it;
all under this old bridge.
The weapon that sent
him straight to hell,
is the same to send you up.
I might as well join you.
I might just go up too.
No more time to speak.
It crossed my mind.
We crossed so many false paths.
The irony kills me.
An angel goes to hell.
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