a divine friend

[moonchilddd]

two small hands two deep eyes
cold and shivering
blury and shocking
fell upon the harsh cruel soil
so the hands they fold in prayer
yet without promise

evil stares gaze upon
the new flesh burning
half open mouths and teeth so sharp
aim torwards its poor bloody heart
and these eyes they dwell above
yet the stars are near

the stars are far
the moon stands clear
the clouds drift by
biting own teeth
fighting its creed
and the moon tastes soft
and the dreams they are harsh

and far beyond
where the butterfly dwells
a majestic beggar
holy in bliss
ever laughter
no faith to miss
but the heart it is REAL
and sometimes the tears they flow

close to love
standing strong
forgiving all
man like a fortress
build on the holy heavenly mountain
yet far away
but the cheeks
they are meak
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