me above them
standing with a knife in the kitchen facing the front door
with eyes gazing down below to the floor
asking themselves why they are here
and as time passes the gates open
and allow angels to sing their songs
with love and dedication in each rhythm
we used it to see the guns and lost each and every part that made us human
not even god above could wield the strength
to pull humanity closer together
in an open arm gathering without the strength leaving our souls
and gathering into the center of the universe
