I see perfect families,
Perfect smiles,
Perfect attitudes.
But in clouds and comics,
Under the radar, but not hidden to god,
Most of them,
All of them,
Break bottles over those they love,
But to them,
Thoughts of Azrael are perfectly fine.
A knife and a gun,
Irreplaceable for they have stabbed and shot the memory of the already damned,
Irreplaceable for the mind that now belongs to the devils has made a shelter of scars,
This pertains to no one but them.
Ivy snakes of good and light protect us innocent,
For we were raised.
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