Signs Of The Beast

Angels fall as I try to catch them all on the divine stage.

I'm priming the timing to align the spine with a sign of surviving the design change.

Redirected with a seed ingested within me reads a question.

Pleas for the answer.

Deeds seek the peak.

Please for the advancer of knees deep looking for the co-dancer of these deceit.

When I'm not aiming to increase degrees of knowing different kinds of peace.

I'm throwing, now finally letting, going.

Resistance is a kind of belief and this instance is a line to help find the beast.

Realign the leaps of times I believed in the lies they preach.