Thank you for the tag Pretty Thunder

The Athens idiot probably sleeps well. Good for him.

Blessed are the cracked for they let in the light. Idiot, I stabbed him.

Idiots must bleed. Cut off their self. Crack the crust. Shine like diamonds.

A cave in the rocky hill. A temple in the high city. From dark to light.

Shadows will follow. Don’t run from the sun. You are the son of the hollow.

When light call, remember the night. While you fall, surrender and trust.

To Ash, to dust. Return we must. But not just yet. Miracles are ours to get.

Reborn in lust. Like a phenix. But so much to fix, under the blood crust.

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The last line in my poem is your first line.

Tagging Ella Light, and Kate Granger.