- Vol. 05
- Chapter 03
We are setting off our rebel pyrotechnics, In an arched, graffitied alleyway where foot And fist are all that the blue clouds reveal Even as clearly God is raising the stakes.
Perhaps ours is just a smoke grenade Triggered temptingly to test His sense of fun, But then in some holy mind a choice is made To fix the shoulder harder to the gun And suddenly the future fogs a darker shade.