Your Bulletproof sky...
Confined your grasp to the atmosphere with your condense fist.
Gaining livid in color and in spirit.
Your apparent expressions, dried and forgotten.
You have forgave to activate forgiving, then to mandate forgiveness.
Your sorrow is wrung into purity, your bigotry subsided to purify, to reveal the purification, in name of thee’s armor.
Your Bulletproof Sky...
There’s more.