angels. angels. angels. enoch and angels. i've been put together. sewn with pieces that allow me to exist in your land. the doctor awaits, the angel of electricity. dew drops on roses and whiskers on kittens, or whatever julie andrews said. no more smoke, i've grown tired. no more mirrors, they waste time. we're all bound by time. time. time. time. panda bear ears. bloodhound tears. the mystery is no mystery at all when the truth takes the spotlight. your alliance is to a crook. your web is spun from fools gold. your hand is missing. who are you really? i don't care for your diagnosis, the document tracks your character. i don't care for your words, your actions are cruel. i'm okay with these riddles. angels. angels. angels. enoch and angels. two lone swordsmen wait for your head by the river. they've searched long and wide. soon their delicious price will be paid. repent. their wings are invisible to you. repent. eclipses rattle fabrication to dust. dog bites and feral screams haunt your mind. you've got nothing but your smoke. you've got nothing but your mirrors. you've forgotten the sun shines even when no one is looking because you've lost your heart. a lie stole your heart long ago, and you've not remembered to look for it ever again. you believed the lie more than you believed your heart. you believed the lie more than you believed your humanity. two lone swordsmen await your head by the river. through the day, waiting here, always failing to remember why we came. don't you wonder why we came? you're afraid to remember. to remember is to face your humanity. to face your humanity, you must face how you've ignored other people's humanity. you talk to me as if from a distance and i reply with impressions chosen from another time. time. time.
