Time to Get Chirped
 

So all up in their capes
They can't hope to see, 
And neither can hearts sing
Banging on pots of revelry. 

They think they'll never die
Though the hour's dust settled so,
And neither can ears hear
All muploaded and doe. 

Time to get chirped:
Their souls can be found, 
But not on their own
Mercy calls them homeward bound.
 
 
 
 by J. Alan R.

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