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Angels

May 14, 2015
By S.N.D BRONZE, SHREWSBURY, Massachusetts
S.N.D BRONZE, SHREWSBURY, Massachusetts
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Angels, so dangerous and divine 

There upon the clouds they twirl about the edge,

divided,

Risking their wings were not the fluff of pillows

But the scores of kings who trapped Titans 

But the rage of Titans that murdered kings.

And like the sparrow as it returns from dismal heights,

Their heads turn too foggy to remember what it was like

Not to detest her underbelly as unto he swaddled breast

Find themselves to be blindly consumed

The lazy wants of the nest, 

As mortal men pick each angel feather

As if to build a heavan of their own.



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