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the forsaken


looking up
I see your blackened wings
rubber smooth and veinous
I smell the stench of your skin

your talons strong
ripping my flesh 
as you beat
the obedient winds
 
Michael, why have you forsaken me?
 
blood drips from my heels
spraying the scorched earth below
like tiny crimson bombs
splattered in the last campaign
 
Michael, why have you forsaken me?
 
I hear your shriek
loud like the battle cry
of a thousand marching armies
high and piercing

​so swift
like a sword ringing its sheath
being pulled to hand
before the death blow
 
Michael, why have you forsaken me?
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