Quit my job today
To get out from the shade
Living in the darkness underneath all I owned
Trading it in for the last worthy treasure
To vibrate my tongue to end wars
Teaching the prodigal youth
How to scrape off epidermis rust
To search for atonement's wings
Hung on the silent cathedral walls
No bells toll for paper mache feathers
Fallen angels struggle to appease miracles
Sadly too many inhumane hearts are asking for bread
Not food but winning lotto tickets to fill bank accounts
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