TYB
Eyes On
You can call me angel of the morning.
Good tune.
Aye.
How could you miss it? I expected more from you.
[They] don't miss anything. [They] knew my fears and my weaknesses.
But I don't have those fears anymore. And they have become transparent. I have eyes on. Guided by the hand of God.
I reckon the corporeal are the most vulnerable. Wading into this battle in flesh takes courage, i guess. Or desperation. The clock ticks closer and closer to the final hour.
Where do I sign up?
Time for a new suit.