09-11 (Blue See Bishops)

Blue See bishops
Travelling alone
To a portal
The truth
From under bridges
They crawl out
In the mirror
She falters
He falls silent
A fence builder
A criminal
On the edge
In the night
Shiny gems germinate
Gone blind
In the light
Darkness found
A reason
Screaming electric
Pixels killing
Time
The question why
We are here
As witnesses
To the passing
Of all things
This divide divine
Experienced then
Becoming now
To know it
Lambs of God
The Angel calls
The void rises
Blue sea boiling
The battle on
To the death
They wade in
Their numbers up
Over their heads
It is simple
They will see
The alarm sounds
The plug pulled
What then?