Starved angel
Crippled wings
Snared in freedom's strings
Heaven born
Luckless lady locked in Limbo's scorn
Tell me girl, do you hear the Rapture's triumphant horn?
Calling you to remove all your trifles and thorns
Golden essence
Pouring from the piercings in your gaunt gourd
Reversing the process of pruning
Glory fills you cheeks and fancy floats beneath your feet
Always perfect
No longer meek
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
Starved angel
Crippled wings
Snared in freedom's strings
Heaven born
Luckless lady locked in Limbo's scorn
Tell me girl, do you hear the Rapture's triumphant horn?
Calling you to remove all your trifles and thorns
Golden essence
Pouring from the piercings in your gaunt gourd
Reversing the process of pruning
Glory fills you cheeks and fancy floats beneath your feet
Always perfect
No longer meek