No Evil Angels

Please dont pull this dagger from my back i want the whole world to have a
place to
Hang their hats and watch the shadows wilt. i want the whole world to pull up
roots
From the earth like veins from the belly of revelation. i want to fly these
abused
Skies and take the grand tour of armageddon looking thru a dead saints eyes.
strip
The king of his crown and melt it down to mold me shackles where ill remain
chained
In contempt by the failure of what a ruler dreamt when his eyes closed and
reopened
Dead with poems of apocolypse carved into his head. i wake up dazed from the
summers
Heat and find the carvers knife laying at my feet. i am the author of tomorrow,
Am the inkwells plea for featherpens. i am 100 needles sewing the sun undone (and
Selling fire one flame at a time). close your eyes and dream and tell forever
that
Im coming to steal his 9 to 5