[Chapter VIII]

Guessing where the coins would fall,
they carried on for hours with a compass and a set of keys
backpacks packed and floating just above their pretty heads
Poised to dive and immolate ten thousand years of moistened lips,
for one less kiss they're willing to let all the angels lay claim to their territory
and sleep with their lights on for personality
They stumble through darkness while reaching for fleeting moments:
"The Glory shall be yours and you all shall be as God"

Don't let the songs fall without a word
Impending nova, I'll watch you all burn

Running from a heart of clay,
they ate with severed limbs and gambled well into the previous day,
risking wings from angels that they couldn't afford to repay in word,
or deed, or selfish thought
If seraphim are pulling strings they'll find their wings
and become one King for a lifetime,
and Kong for one fleeting moment,
to find that the journey was less than work for us
They'll refine their relics and offer the sweetest up to me,
asking one more time:
"Don't you want to laugh like God?"

Don't let the songs fall without a word
Impending nova, I'll watch you all burn

"Lady bright eyed, guide me through this tumultuous sea with much wine
Why the gods in all their immortality wish that I die?
But I won't die"?

When a word is spoken by the lonely, then a gift is said to the receptive
Though weary eyed they still return the warmth and smile
Not in need of further gestures, they're singing songs of celebration
Place your heads inside the halo's ring and grasp this understatement

Let all the angels reclaim their territory and sleep with their lights on,
lest any footsteps feel darkness in orphan bondages,
muting their fanfares
Return to waveforms and trust in our common heritage
We could become God
Our trust in this fiction creates faith in our appendages
Don't let the songs fall in flames

"Hell, Hell well are you now?"?
"I am here"?
"In a daydream I died I was Jekyl You were Hyde
In you I seek ally Enemy
Hell, Hell where are you now?"?
"I am here"?