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  • Armored patterns rain
    on a Abaya, jilbab, unmatched sandals
    with running blood only wishing for more life
    not even hers...

    Fate's games in the illusive play of life
    we, tools and tolls of our own human divide
    finally dust that shines washing goodbyes away
    scarred by foreign rage without thought
    gone ice cold in god's final hand held interview

    and she, in the light proof of death's tears
    while i backed away with no where to go
    Crows only, left cawing in a Murder
    my own smart life suit she saw through
    She came on and on like a shadow mountain that would not be denied
    right into my arms, which should have only been some distance in a wall
    knowing I was the last chance hiding there, she whispered thank you Isa
    her answered prayers distilled by turning the wrong way

    I saw it in her eyes, the story, as she spoke from a single lung in ruined despair
    in pleas that hailed wet, my desert soul, her tight hand clenching emergency
    made me see another life's Sun in a translated scribbled note she pushed on me
    Red diamonds slipping out around her heart's last minutes on earth
    with only care, for another, left inside a ring of black closing violence that should have been hope
    I learned I was not the warrior there, in that warring place that night
    She Was.

    She and I at the edge of knowing our own paradise
    I knew her angel guardians had come for her
    and I, maybe Hell's chosen one
    She brought that grenade to her chest in understanding relief
    pleading to me to go up the living road
    save her daughter's living now....

    Armor? My fucking god!
    A clear lesson of what it means to die full of love
    Undefeated bridges shown to be existing in everyone
    Armor! All held in a single undefeatable belief
    I slid back into the darker dark, to save myself
    She would scream in detonating Allah love
    in the true meaning without any doubt or hesitation

    She smiled as she took my last air
    closed her eyes, that i would go back into the storm
    unafraid in a deep true promise quest made
    She showed my conscience what was the nature of Love
    taking everyone of her enemies down in letting go

    yes, yes... Fate finding weapons day
    shields of commitment
    Communications prayer
    in the games games games
    in the little sorrows still played
    while we just look look away

    Armor rain made her love safe
    while i am stilled upon fixed image knee.

    h 8515 a Merca 75 second night... retell
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