4:04 AM 11/27/2020

It was dark and light blue. Offensive and invisible under the towersWe threw flower headstones before the fireAlas! Madness growsI am luminous under the cloudsI grow dance clubs in the middle of the airAwake!Sin is dying It was dark and light blue. He tramples on powerful men at the bottom of the seaSin runs anOpaqueContinue reading “4:04 AM 11/27/2020”