I have seen rags slowly turn into angels

I have seen them molded in to the goodness

their dirt washed away by a simple belief in divinity.

the dirt of empty and shrewdness

I have seen through the masks of liars

who live in the worlds they have built of foam

I have seen angels die and arise to heaven

in the fondness of my memory.

I have heard words preached of tolerance

of decency above all

even they, like me, would all agree,

There has been almost none at all



I have seen preachers be the ones

who need to simply listen.

I have seen people ask for knowledge of things

where knowledge had already been given,

And unto now I have seen angels turn to rags

their wings dirtied with the muck of this world

there hands and feet were bound, there mouths gagged.

And in all this I cry for them,

they each in turn commit a treason,

to themselves, the world, or a belief complete.

"only one mouth, but two ears the reason."