Grapple

Angels become the beasts we tear

The rapt intentions freed

Their insolent eyes forbiddenness

Wing-ed hands their grasp

 

Belief is born from all the worlds

From sin, disease and earth

Wayward wills, forgotten means

And but not the sacrosanct

 

My words are not the bible

Their claim is not so god

But they deceive the other

Become the author word

 

Hesitant to battle

To ring the fleshly void

They claim an old eternal quest

Is thus the core of me

 

Linger here and not therein

For silence is the key

It hold the rush within its smart

And never speaks again