Angels of our mercy
Come to follow me
These lights seem thirsty
For a much tolerable degree.
I feel my surrounding
I see these skies erupt
It seems so astounding
Its pause seems quite abrupt.
The swirls of this small space
So very few in between
These thoughts of our place
Becomes somebody else's routine.
Recovered in the eyes
Of all those left standing
Wrapped up in disguise
With no flaws outstanding.
With or without the choice
To lead, and to accomplish
Left to fend off stars
If only to astonish.
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