Armed, Get On

Time is speeding, now We feel it

Billions waking

Show Us

This desert burned girl speaks in tongues of Angel

What does she pray

Here is her song of late:

Million ears listen mate, age old snake
she caught up wordsve ghosts’n gods
slip o’er tongues t’her fiery lake
she mined’r mind w’miracles n’twined
pitted our loves against our loves’n
our prints’n devils devined

The machines forgot their gods still live

May gods be enough this time

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