Four o clock where angels and demons
meet head on,
and strangely agree on the subject.
Callous hands and sunken cheekbones
a man of nebulous means,
and whilst you sear in your troubled sleep
your sins have been recorded.,
By dawn the jury turns their wings,
to allow nocturnal recoil
to hasten the despatch.
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
Four o clock where angels and demons
meet head on,
and strangely agree on the subject.
Callous hands and sunken cheekbones
a man of nebulous means,
and whilst you sear in your troubled sleep
your sins have been recorded.,
By dawn the jury turns their wings,
to allow nocturnal recoil
to hasten the despatch.
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