Synthetic Seraphim sneaking sunset's fingertips through the blinds on my window
i lie in bed wondering if this is the end for me
burning creatures enter singing praises to technology
science
no room in the world for magic anymore
no room for regular angels
commercialized views with wings
white robes
halos
singing songs
guiding hands
i was not anything of the sort
i was fire burning
i was praising the almighty in songs too old for you to understand
i was praising him because it was all i knew how to do
not made with free will i could not create
i could not choose to do anything but sing
sing and burn alive with holy fire
hot enough to baptize in just the light of it
synthetic seraphim bring the light in through the blinds on my window
ripping open the wings i have long since hidden
flames extinguished
the light is there to let me know the dream has ended
i shall sing no more his praises
i shall never get to burn again
synthetic seraphim sing praises to technology
science
dreams have died with me.
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