Angel

Angel Gangsters angling for a deal on wet concrete by the station Feared for life, but more for death, on the street Souls purchased with wrong turns Their associate last week lost his way in the park An angel pulled up, found him, fed him a line, then a shot Just for a second his eminence smiled, then died A red car drove off with the pretty little assassin inside After taking a kingpin out, removing the competition in a flash Taking comfort in what a young girl can do when put to task Now the concrete walk waits for its prey Directed by others in a sequence of events about to play out Events initiating a consequence of revenge unfolds To exact equal pain in retribution for the loss of their boss The gang had followed him for years and continues to do so Into an early grave, by seeking out the girl unwisely From the shadow, an angel came again. This time for them With a killer’s lust for blood and blessings from above Stray projectiles fly from all sides, initiated by the parties involved The spree begins to shape the end of days, taken in an angry rage Trajectory of chaotic gun fire directed at the gang Took participants engaged down, one by one, until there were none These stoic men feel mortality and reality effects Only at the end of a gun at the point of death as wasted flesh Saying her name with their expiring breath….. Angel