fly away coated angel

What are bridges?

but roads

Down to the woods

The world becomes a cabin

Boxed in from world hunger

There, the soul never felt so empty

All along, the world’s light was never bright

Dim

Neither redeeming

Only a facade of mischief

So run rabbit, run

Back to the woods

Yea of layered coating

The lion prowls hoping to sink teeth

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