Too much

I canneee hold her any longer.

Mistress of the dark,
lover of the light.

The molten man,
Crash landed.
His hand
Passed through the caravan

Palm face down
Flushing red,
Hot envy crown
Burning alive and dead.

The same flame,
Built into us all
nothing to gain with games.
noble angels fall.

Garden gaurding
Hopeful helping.
Groping good.
Helping hate.

And heated debates,
spate miscourage.
missteped arch,
into water we refuel.

Back to what we are made.
The chicken and the smeg.
Birds, food, cheese and wine.
Frivolous partook with swine.

Just enough rope,
to hang themselves.

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