The Escape Angels

I don't like it
He is coming
He'll be here soon

It was always like this
Oh God!
Please help!

The pain and my pleasure
My black soul meat

I turn my face
to the angels
to the glass of light
and purity

to the angels...

of silence
of emptiness
of glass white purity
of empty rooms
of winter

No carpets or furniture
just me,
and the angels

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