Spades
Ace of spaces be the raids anti-heaven sent but, kneel for 'lent' All of it is being done and is there no clemency from those who know the cause at the core those who know the covered sun And so that's how it feels with a wall against your heels and your shoulders are pinned back stomachs' on the drying rack ... Calling on the real angels through the tunnel of fears dark and all unknowing still have mercy, melt these frozen tears Oh, consideration not some seem to have for they're rabies-bitten and the lion is a kitten oh so shivering and afraid The dark and dauntless spades are chasing Alice down a maze and she just wants to wake up and to not be afraid ... - S. Rose Ashcraft