Treasure Island

Desmond Blaine

(25.10.1989. / Dubrovnik)

The Rusty Prophet


Last night I saw an angel
He was tall and strong
But there was something wrong
With that angel I saw

You may ask me now
How it can be wrong
For the angels are perfect
It was always so

And I'd tell you then
That the angel I saw
Had robotic arms
He was rusty and old

His eyes were cameras
He had silver wings
But in his metal chest
He had a human heart

And he told me then
That rusty angel I saw
That in outer space
He was not alone

He said they are waiting
And that soon they'll come
Divine constructions
Million years old

And they'll take us with them
In their ships of gold
To the promised land
Built so long ago

Somewhere far away
In the galaxy unknown
Robotic angels are waiting
And preparing a home

Submitted: Saturday, April 09, 2011

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