Chorus men

The chorus men
I swear I heard a birds
Neck
Crackle in dark,
A firework
That lost ones spark
It sung so loud
It lost it flight
It gave others scares
Deep in the night
This haunting
Jig
Of prophetic words
Man's own lingo
A pathetic word
For real is square
The birds fly here
Tasting sky's
Where angels lurk
Demons sighted
Go berserk
A bird
I heard
The blue of dusk
A left handed man
Had claimed his
Trust.

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