A Tale of Dark Angels
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Sixth Place
video Golden Salt "Knocking On Heavens Door"
Expectations high did not pan out
Knight in shining armor not what you thought
Once again on the market for Mister Knight
Yet Monsieur Next is whom you settle for
Au contraire.
Ever at their beckoning,
beaten down by hollow lovers,
prayers to Lucifer then wonders why
system of time reckoning in Babylon
The last knight bids you goodbye.
Golden girl purest of all,
virgin's perfection, an act so tight
you’d win an ordained election
His newest prized illusion
quickly recognizes your self-deception,
a paragon for his selection.
Proclaiming loyalty, faithful true blue,
behind an eminent front faultless
A pattern you’ll see a struggling guru
The adage goes, it takes two to tango
so you know.
Dark angel baring broken wing,
you’re the crier at night, days scorpion’s sting
Sybarite bon vivant emersed in rituals
Facetious and obscure devotions.
Suffering and desperate while
egotists lead the way, pseudo shamans
Seeker of trends, network of cults root
Altering drugs mailable mind bends,
notorious psychedelics do the trick
Not for messed up heads a real
crapshoot.
Luciferians when you accepted Him
as your knight, informed He is the evil
leader of light the bringer of dawn
Evil forces free will and no consequences
and achiever of tasks
Risky for commoners like you
who hide behind masks.
An angel banished from heaven,
for craving omnipotence at all cost
Hell's indelible denizen in
Dante’s Inferno or
Milton’s Paradise Lost,
Kundalini Serpent, Astaroth, Azazel,
Beelzebub, the morning star
Tainted love you’ve tired of
Lies and deception are your enemies
Deserving of this not you and so
heil the magik that ills and pains
although your nature has it
you do the same.
The Epicurus God Paradox bent
Thoughts feeding your madness
nightmares attack spinning into
a vicious downward spiral
Ashamed and a drag, filled with
hate and sadness.
Epiphany emerges lightning flashes
lit, Edison’s medicine, aware that He
Lord of the Lightning is
socially frightening, you
return on a grace spawned
golden path just for you.
Epicureanism notions a bit askew,
at the very least, falls short of the bigger picture
You get it now—evil doesn’t limit God
God ultimately is the way to overcome evil
All else pales before His glowing standard
You see that you have a choice
to pursue Him, learn His ways
and most importantly,
have a relationship with Him
He’ll take care of you.
Copyright © I Am Anaya | Year Posted 2023
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