covet of peace 14.11.24

is peace sealed from sight?

a chain of thriving survivalists strive,

through warps of a violet sky,

passed with our all, within palms of envy,

fall beneath a soft brush of safety, beneath an angels cry,

lays a miseries whisper,

who weaves its evil through civil bodies.

will the soul abandon?

to live with stars who float upon a phantom support,

digging deep for a single escape,

a task too hard to learn, angers wrath will always return