o, the rash of bleeding ink

by syndax vuzz

o, the rash of bleeding ink
on the flesh of spirit
and intermittent eternity
(it scars the soul)

o, the mass of fleeting scenes
in the eye of god
and lightning clings
(they rock the sky)

and solidify
in virgin forests of concrete and steel

o, the masts of teeming oaks
in the soil and sea of fertility
and flashing schemes
(they fill the void)

with the solitude of ecstasy and atonement

o, the songs of assassins
in guitar strings
and bullet wings
(they free the angels)

in from the storm

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