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 Jun 2016 Michael Blonski
Torin
We were born as actors took the stage
I was only a heartbeat and hands
You were more than skin
We saw the jackals in the night
Gun headed children with powder fingers
A man on the hill shouting "death to the despots"
Falling bombs that feed no flowers
The turtle crawls slow
His jaw hangs open
We were born beneath the man made cloud
I was a dreamer caught in nightmare
You couldn't fall asleep
We saw the edge of a black hole together
Blood hungry for Armageddon
A man in a suit saying "follow me to war"
Metal raptors and steel claws
The birds fly south forever
And winter never ends
Is'nt it sad when a beautiful soul feels lost?
Because some foolish person thought
It was ok to tread on their heart
Tearing worlds apart
Leaving feelings of dispair
Because they no longer care
With promises of a future gone
Like delicate wings torn
My friend, one day your wings will mend
And into the sky you will accend
Feel the sun on your face
And the beautiful taste
Of love once again

Nobody is worth your tears
To be held by someone that knows all my corners
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