If you’s an angel,heaven must be sick and dying.The sky is recording prophecy and omens.Plague’s coming home to roost.Evading masksand immunizations,you’re forever ridingon the stormlike one of the four horsemenain’t you love?Refusing to splash bloodacross altar and door,I’m keeping a loophole openripe for exploitation.Yes, I too am refusingmedication.Unearthing Meretfrom sand and stoneseeking divine intervention,this altoContinue reading “Contagion”
