That day

That day 
Pieces of the sky fell to the earth
The passions of men were dragged in the soil
Trust become an unwelcome friend
The wings of every bird dissolved in the air
There were no fruits after the flowers-
and thorns had great power
Snow was ash from the battle of angels
There was no hope to spark the engines
So they walked or sat in their dungeons
Waiting on the oil of freedom -
and a glory to unravel



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