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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Other · #1915859
Time ticking by, 10,000 feet up. I'm waiting for the call, Of angels crashing down.
Time ticking by,
10,000 feet up.
I'm waiting for the call,
Of angels crashing down.

If angels fall
Down like heavens rockets,
Then what's stopping me?
All the world's a stage?
All my words a blade.

Seconds remain,
But years drag by.
As we close the gap
To our own eternal blindness,
I'm reaching one last time
For your caused fear.

Crying for none,
But crying to the world
You blaze to your own grave,
Rocketing at me.
Reaching for the past.

But time's all up.
The crash-site's clear.
As life approaches end,
You reach for what's been gone,
No fear you find.

Our time is up.
Your crash-site clear.
My life well spent.
You could never see truth.
Fear is no life.
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