it’s all the same to me

hands clasped in prayer, eyes screwed shut
crawl a mile on your knees; all for what?
devil on your shoulder, angel in the wind
wail for redemption, surely it’s the end.
sinners, cynics – laugh at the sky
one thing is certain, we are all gonna die!

champion

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turn away

Do not face the sun.
Solar flare, corona glare
negative imprint retinal scar
turn away, turn away
Deepening night, indigo blue
shadow hands touch future
long before I do

reaching