Temporary State Of Mind


The angels cry, heavily wounded, their wings burdened by flight.
Crimson, gold, silver, covering the sky, masking its pride.
Hold my neck, tell me the world is bent.
Convince me we are both wrong,this way we know each of us belong.
Sprinting, thrashing,gasping, dodging every bolt and corner.
The victim stands immensely alone.
The truth is our charge,convicts of a crime.
Another temporary state of mind.

Lost in the enemy, held by the presence of He who is unknown.
Our beating hearts, racing for salvation.
Our dry mouths, thirsty for His name.
Stolen from, cheated, we look towards the mirror.
This is you.
We are out of time.
This has become all of man-kind.

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