This Was A Manuscript Of The Night

A Fine Thing To Be Talking About Angels In This Day When Common Thieves Smash The Holy Rosaries Of Their Victims In The Street.

There Was Nothing To Talk About Anymore. The Only Thing To Do Was Go.

Rest And Be Kind, You Don't Have To Prove Anything

Because In The End, You Won't Remember The Time You Spent Working In The Office Or Mowing Your Lawn. Climb That Goddamn Mountain

My Shoes Are Clean From Walking In The Rain.