Testo Laden

The storm waits for the cue
Given by the sacred queen
As she slumbers away the day made of fear laden dreams
But I digress
As the angles in this building are delivering the healing
While I sit here sifting through
Reminiscent pictures, solving diagrammed riddles
Using prisms and systematic mathematicians with Inventions made of blood wires and tendons
As she sleeps the day away
It's safe to say the blood has overrun the wishes of her people

My eyes are not witnessing this alone