When the Angels cry
31 May 2017
Darkness stood
A ground in sinking
Blaring black
Symbols drawn
Remnants of my pen inking
Contours of demise
We will rise
In the wings that flap
Tomorrows
Sails ahead
The heart in light like arrows
Integrity shot
Unveiled hot
Smoldering pits wake
Soul in stake
Of choices
The senseless balance forsake
When the Angels cry
Reading of the poem:
City of Angels – Thirty seconds to Mars
Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog - Isis Tratum 
Love this poem and love Thirty Seconds to Mars.
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Thank you Adele. I love Thirty seconds to Mars too. Their work is always thought provoking
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Yes, it is. Different from the mainstream which is a blessing. x
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Yes, so very true xo
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Powerful piece
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Thank you Derrick 🙂
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