That the black wings can be
ripped off you. With an iron chain, in your sleep. It will hurt but it will
happen in your sleep. By someone who loves you, or someone who doesn’t. Told to do it by God. You will
see the sunrise and the sun set and you will bleed but you will be better. You
will know a new day. You will kiss the ground you walk on and you will feel fear
no more.
