She knows her blanket smells

Just like her little angel girl

but she has yet to carry a child

He thinks a cool breeze

is God tapping his shoulder

but all the windows are closed

She knows a life-long marriage

is just within her reach

but refuses the notion of a date

He sees himself in the mirror

but he’s been blind all his life

I believe in mending humanity

in the face of normal violence

Preferring to die a believer

than become a half-dead drone