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The day the world pounded on their floors
with fists held tight till knuckles turned white
to a monotonous drumming rhythm
that rattled the doors in their unfit frames
It created the volume that lungs could not commit
every soul pleaded to be heard till their wrists were sore
there wasn't enough air to ever scream that loud
they whisper please hear us miles and mile below
draped beneath clouds so awful actions can be disguised
but now they call in desperate attempts
as angels fall and scour the cracking pavement
leaving behind scattered feathers
to remind us we are not alone
the earthquake we made trembled and groaned
there was no response from the golden throne
what more do we need to do?
cry until we drown every city from floor to ceiling
I do not know where those angels have gone
I just know they have left our presence
for those more worthy of their watch
I need to be guarded and protected
so here I am thumping on the floorboards
we're searching for the angels
that carved fire into the hearts
they've pursued the battle of ghosts and angels
for we are nothing but hollow souls




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