paralyzing prophecies sleep in the throats of saints who spun the sun while time
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stood , stood still the dreaded tears of the spiritual have reduced the angels to
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rust who in turn gouged their eyes blind with sharpened halo's.the sky rained down
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smoke on their heads and they fled to hide their shame in the shadows of wings.
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thieves on the thrones had no trouble wishing slumber under plastic crowns as they
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mocked deadly desire. bookshelves of blank pages bibles lined the trophy rooms of
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third class gods who had no history . they were messiahs in no ones eyes , not even
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blinded angelic ones.they begged to hang on homemade crosses and spit at the
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onlookers who bit their tongues behind smiling lips.and they fled to hide their
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shame in the shadows of wings. satisfaction the size of cathedrals blanketed their
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wounds from view and not a word was said because we knew that both the mime and the martyr helped us buy the nails.
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