i could see her future
separated in two
through the translucent markings
of her skin tone.
i could hear the weeping
coming from heaven now
another battle lost
another battle won
two sides
from below
from above
middle earth
divinities
all watching
all this for peace?
all this for intellect
but
what happens with
promises
what happens to
grace
logic and trend
and truth and faith
fainting and books and melodies and words and pens
i could hear the heavens crying out
there faces still reside in your mind
his blood still stained on your shirt
over your door
on your feet
in your hair
over each regret
don't forget
don't forget
don't forget
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