
It's a world professing to be earth angels, wrapped in the white wing cover of purity. But all we exist to be are children of sin, the creators of disparity.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 168 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 3 - Published: 12-01-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3079114
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Earth Angels
It's a world professing to be earth angels,
wrapped in the white wing cover of purity.
But all we exist to be are children of sin,
the creators of disparity
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and when we pray we wonder why
we get no answer to our cries.
The truth still stands that we are wrong,
with darkness – evil – in our eyes.
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Discontent with all that we have
we claw and grasp and want for more.
Higher and higher we wish to climb,
but we end up lower than we were before.
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More of vice than virtue are the ones
who are full of unholy pride,
believed to be favoured as Lucifer once was
but, really, cast aside
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as he was, down far below,
for all that we show ourselves to be.
Stripped of beauty, privilege and power –
our intrinsic vanity.
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Blue is the colour of our veins,
of peaceful, tranquil, open skies.
But, when we are cut open, it's red inside,
of lust, anger and convincing lies.
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