Heaven shines in gentle light, all our wounds are washed in white. Every tear will fade away, every night turns into day. Choir of angels softly sings, golden crowns and silver wings… “Wait… you thought it stays like this?” BLEGH Tear down the gates of glass, halos shatter, trumpets crack. Wings are rusted, thrones are empty, we want our broken stories back. No more sugar in the scriptures, no more rainbows on command. Choirs choking on their hallelujahs, while we claw out of this promised land.
