we’re all broken
the stardust once sang to the broken church
and the windows are covered with a dusty loath
opening doors to the hidden choirs
the people once went there to pray
receiving flashbacks of the storms
waiting for the snow to pile on the corpses they lost
to forget the misery behind the soft angelic whispers
and enjoy the delicate blooming of a flower
trying to forget
that they are next
the world is fast
while they are ever so slow in their footsteps
the sky is spinning and spinning
as they fall asleep
haunted
by their dark fate
go to sleep the angels sang
go to sleep forever
while that daisy blooms its
innocent way into this timely world
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