a gathering of armies
they held the stars for ransom
loveless creatures of the night
coming and going as they please
like outlaw angels on the run
it’s difficult to track that which
leaps from moon to moon
pitting fire against magic
and heaven from hell
this is not the first or last time
boarding chartered flights
eyes shut tight and chasing
death to armageddon and back
january two thousand nineteen
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