summon the angels
when the roosters crow
say three hail mary's
once the poppies grow
kneel down in the field
when the north winds blow
summon the witches
when the cauldron boils
speak to the goblins
when your world spoils
seek magic and mystery
when life is nothing but toil
ask for forgiveness
when they bury you alive
scream at the diggers
as they stab you with their steely knives
sleep until you finally dream
search for sweet nothing in imaginary hives
once your long journey has ended
if you found you have a leg left to stand on
when you wake from your nightmare and you're still not mended
if everything you've ever said and everyone you know has been offended
when all those things that have haunted you are one day gone or at least suspended
perhaps the world can become a different place if fear and hate permanently are ended
when we're sad and lonely
how much beauty is in the sky
when we're broken and alone
do we marvel at the brilliant birds that fly
when our world is on fire
will our hearts continue beating if we don't try
summon the angels
when the roosters crow
if we give up trying to see the light
then light shall never find us
and verity we'll never know

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