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I’m waiting...
Black angel by my side,
Shimmering in the sun.
I see him,
I don’t feel anything,
No remorse,
No fear,
No anticipation,
Nothing…
I take the box from my right
And feed my black angel
Numbers…
I hear numbers from my left,
Adjust accordingly,
The angel calls
Thunder
My angel of death
Did its job again,
The tribute is payed…

Sharp rocks
I can feel them
under my body
painful reminders
of my humanity