Falling Angels
He is the angel of destruction,
So far away yet so very near,
Homing around with words that irritate;
Words of truth,
Words that hurt.
She is the angel of destruction,
Not only because she doesn't favour God,
But because she loves hypocrisy,
Insincerity and pretence.
Hating the truth,
The truth that hurts.
We are the angels of destruction,
Very ordinary and true,
With a carefree heart and mind,
Inscribing actual and fertile deeds;
Deeds of truth and deeds that hurt.
Angels not of God we are,
With all free willpower,
To be what we want to be.
Fate assist in many ways.
Assisting the truth,
Despising the false.
Copyright © Dedu Son | Year Posted 2018
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