in the end of times,
we will weep open-mouthed
with pomegranate seeds in between our teeth
wailing to the dust, the dirt, the deity
the last rays of the sun will filter through
the bare branches of the trees
like sand in an hourglass,
washing us of yesterday’s sin
the clouds will finally catch up with the ever-expanding sky
a patch of light will be waiting,
watching us dance like maggots across a corpse
and like icarus before me, i take flight
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
in the end of times,
we will weep open-mouthed
with pomegranate seeds in between our teeth
wailing to the dust, the dirt, the deity
the last rays of the sun will filter through
the bare branches of the trees
like sand in an hourglass,
washing us of yesterday’s sin
the clouds will finally catch up with the ever-expanding sky
a patch of light will be waiting,
watching us dance like maggots across a corpse
and like icarus before me, i take flight
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