An angel surrounded in flames,
came crashing down from heaven,
in the middle of the square where i stood,
he fell next to me,
”May I live to tell?” he asked
”what am i drinking? I ought to stop”
i said and turned counter clockwise
ducked back down my alleyway,
i crawled together under my cardboard blanket,
covered from the evil thing i Sight,
from the evil in my eyes,
my wind and thoughts
getting killed
seized to live
frozen by the power invested in me
I'm shooting thorns from my fingers.
Killing every inch in my way
Killing everything that I hate
Killing every last little bit I don't trust.
For there's gravel in yer eye
nothing left but to spit in yer eyes
is left standing to it.