No Evil Angels-Rifles At Recess

Please don＇t pull this dagger from my back i want the whole world to have a place to Hang their hats and watch the shadows wilt.i want the whole world to pull up roots From the earth like veins from the belly of revelation. i want to fly these abused Skies and take the grand tour of armageddon looking thru a dead saints eyes. strip The king of his crown and melt it down to mold me shackles where I＇ll remain chained In contempt by the failure of what a ruler dreamt when his eyes closed and reopened Dead with poems of apocolypse carved into his head. i wake up dazed from the summers Heat and find the carvers knife laying at my feet. i am the author of tomorrow , i Am the inkwells plea for featherpens. i am 100 needles sewing the sun undone(and Selling fire one flame at a time). close your eyes and dream and tell forever that Im coming to steal his 9 to 5.