First fell the angels.
Second fell their father.
We are left holding the sword.
When demons grow their sharpest teeth,
the laundry basket weighs its heaviest
and armor lighter than a smile.
MICRO
First fell the angels.
Second fell their father.
We are left holding the sword.
When demons grow their sharpest teeth,
the laundry basket weighs its heaviest
and armor lighter than a smile.
MICRO
It’s you, / oversized and badly stitched.
MICRO
then the explosion.
MICRO
forgive me, oh June, I am everyone’s fool.