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tuning the strings
I await for beauty patiently
as they painfully adjust their instruments
like lost strangled songbirds
preparing their mating calls
to be sung to the souls of their mangled mates
in the awaiting glorious afterlife
They squawk in awkward asymmetry
preparing for a perfect symphony
I sit here waiting in blasphemy
for God's voice to be born
as they painfully adjust their instruments
like lost strangled songbirds
preparing their mating calls
to be sung to the souls of their mangled mates
in the awaiting glorious afterlife
They squawk in awkward asymmetry
preparing for a perfect symphony
I sit here waiting in blasphemy
for God's voice to be born
Published 17th Sep 2016
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