As I sit here with my armor on. Bloody, battered and dented.
Listening to Hozier's "Take me to church," Which has a whole different meaning to me.
I have already called Ru Ru for recognition, reassurance.
Flecks of humankind flicker around me and die.
Ramifications of carnage and decomposition remind.
Alone here in solitary confinement.
I am an archangel. I cannot hide.
Into the void I stare.
rolling memories of good times.
Give purchase at the peripheral of my mind's sight
My eyes and soul. Wide open.
Yet dead inside.
Make if someone just shocks a flat line.
I snicker and laugh.
give into my expressionless sigh.
Looking up at everyone. I grin
It's time
*FLAT LINE*
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