His Greatest Tool
angels dip their wings in death
and reap the land of all its breath
they obey the word of God
or forever roam the land of nod
sent to slay the children in their sleep
to lay them down their souls to keep
to send the deathly pall and plague
and to fulfill the prophecies made
earthly elements become their form
and the hearts of men were warned
but in this twist of faith and fate
humans do the angels hate
far from grace they did fall
from that place, no return at all
to destroy the earth they must
fill it full of greed and lust
let men kill each other off
as winters fill with blood and frost
but the hearts of men grow weary
in the aftermath of all Gods fury
the angels steal all the joy
from all the little girls and boys
and all is left is great contempt
where eyes are darkened and backs are bent
but only sorrow binds the fool
as angels are his greatest tool
Copyright © John Castro | Year Posted 2011
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