Future Angels

Too far into your present
Never back to the past
Count your seeds of harvest
Intact with your bag of motives
Ride with your train of passion
Else, get stuck with an unneeded religion
A night to recollect your thoughts
The music of pain never sounded so smooth
Like the flow of water
Gulp your sins, and
Quench your thirst for misery

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