Birth Control for Angels
Can angels have babies?
Well I suppose so,
Because there have been sightings
Of cherubs, you know.
Little, naked children
That fly through the sky,
Frolic amongst the clouds
And whisper lullabies.
Oh no! The angel-baby,
By a demon was possessed
And inhabited by a fit of violence.
Quick! Call an exorcist!
He is foaming at he mouth,
As obscenities pour out.
He is injuring the mortals,
By throwing arrows all about.
He flies naked thorough the sky
To inspire sinful, lusty thoughts.
He laughs with glee at all the chaos,
As he fires off his shots.
He makes the mortals worship his name,
Through all of their daily living.
He bleeds hearts and spreads his venom.
He is, not at all, forgiving.
He is Cupid, the demon
And because of free will,
God allows him to run wild.
Love was born from Cupid
And we must suffer in silence.
What good can come, of that which
Was born in violence?
Why couldn't the angels just sing hymns,
Instead of copulate and procreate?
These baby-booming angels,
Need to calm their animal instinct to mate.
Judging by that lunatic, Cupid,
Their offspring is quite deranged, as a whole.
Please, Lord, provide some sexual education.
The angels need birth control!