Blindfold Evangelium

The future is a liquid and the past is the mold

A Memory of outlast and renewal of foretold.

A Rot in the Time of fluorescent.

Established in pain and convalescence and closed in a cut.

A raindrop in the mud.

In the second where eyes are shut to awake again. Starts the profane blossom of a Rose which was used to abstain.

In the darkes point of the night as stars shine bright, it gets sacred in the eye of an Unholy Bride who is holding her heart against the body tight.

This Black bride of Space is just a shimmering of golden rays which are reflected in tears

running down a Face.

Running like a River of blood in a race with hope covered by an embrace of cigarette smoke.

As a dream covered in white

While a wreck shines in bright light with a statue of Daimonion on it's side.

With a Hand formed in compassion, reaching out of ashen and covering the rays to reduce the hurt, disclosing a footprint that shows god as a picture formed in the dirt.

And Cars Drive by Like envoys forced by the Devil to find him some Love, as near the Street he perceives the kindness of a homeless to a Dove.