rafael

sometimes it feels like heaven and sometimes it feels like hell, but you keep on going until it gets hard to tell, and your body moves with the grace of an archangel, like a stroke of genius from raphael, you lie down, on the backseat under covers, and every part of you is aching but your face is radiant, because you went right through the pain, you wrestled with an angel, you waited in the rain, st. george and the dragon, on a pressed and painted plain, the sweat upon your forehead, it did not fall not vain, it didn't fall in vain, sometimes it feels like heaven and sometimes it feels like hell, but you keep on going until it gets hard to tell, and your body moves with the grace of an archangel, like a stroke of genius from raphael, the crowd was still, like a fresco in a chapel, 9-7 in the fifth, o st. sebastian must have been beside you all the way, the greatest match in history, you put them all to shame, 4 hours and a rolex, could not put you away, you did it for yourself, and now the people sing your name, the people sing your name, sometimes it feels like heaven and sometimes it feels like hell, but you keep on going until it gets hard to tell, and your body moves with the grace of an archangel, like a stroke of genius from raphael