and only sky diamonds dot the heavens,
memories become tears and scars,
until nothing remains,
except columns of ice
of a species
not made to last.
Are you driven by demons or driven by angels?
Either way, the clapping of their wings is the thunder—and the fury—in your head.
| When you kick God out of your heart, who do you think fills the void? |
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