Reflecting

Maybe my conscious is clear. But I swear to Christ that I am fading.
But I wont let my guard down. Because if the angels sing and they do sing.
Than I know that this is only the start.
So wake up my hands, wake up feet.
We have been fleeting for too long.
Our oceans run dry and our skies scream blood!
All that grace has sewn, has bought us time.

"Forward pass; Just like the end. I am the Alpha and Omega.
He was built in me, and sturdy is the hand that guides the way.
The Light and The Vein. Maybe my vines do grow slow, but this blood is eternal."

With the right amount of sun, we will live forever.