* Dead Angels * in Just Stuff
- Dec. 26, 2013, 3:49 a.m.
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Dead Angels
The sky turns black, Angel of love, do you cry? Tell me wicked lies with your eyes? The meaningless possibilities of a world with no lament- We can’t have a world which we alone invent. The world we want subtracts from joy. Our abstract Angels… You destroy.
Angels dance
Angels cry
Angels fight, and
Angels die!
Rick Ogden © 1997
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