A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Cabal
Swipe right to find out what’s coming in the wings
Four wings double-bent, two covering the face
Moses had a face that shined like the moon, so he had to hide it
And I hide my psychic vibrations, solar waves
So you can keep going about your day, unaware, unafraid
Ignorant of the ordeal that awaits 365
The call to be divine or be nothing
The creeping fear that
Gabriel knew there’d be no room at the inn
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