..a feather falls
heard that's a sign of
   angels calling
Am I deaf to the tone
Knocks on my door
No ones home
  Selective hearing
Yet im steering
     the wheel wrong
Once the beat
              drops
   I guess
     I'll hear the song
The sounds of truth
The choir sings
        heavenly tunes
I pay my dues,
My sins over due
Emotions miss used
     My heart,
I'd subdue to
     divine protection
Angelic presence
In my reflection
No second guessing
Miss me and you missing
The real from the fake
No debate
Im the sauce
    You bring the steak
Raise the stakes
I plot and I rake
Leaves and the snakes
Angelic extension of the divine
         No mistake.

Artwork artist: Unknown


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