Angels falling from the sky,
Watching from the shadows,
Has the sun set on humankind.
Its not the end,
Only the beginning.
They have fallen,
In a blaze of hope.
With heavenly wings spread,
Night becomes day,
Eyes are opened.
Love died with a fatal sweep.
Sleeping in a comfort zone,
Hidden from the beast within.
Living life in blindness,
Wake up,
Before time passes us by.
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Intersting Joey...kind of like being in our own self hibernation...from, the warth of our own furnace.