Jaded Seraph

A-sharp bends backwards the strings of my broken lyre I hurtle towards Earth In swan-dive defiance of God crashing through an ocean of prayer as all Heaven watches, aghast I breathe in the toxic fumes of the city leaping from rooftop to rooftop as naked creatures, bold and ugly wander the streets stealing souls like some demented carnival I spurn the prayer palaces of the prud'homme like the ear-piercings of an off-key choir I keep counsel with the pain of men guided to battlefields where souls are spent foolishly I hold them in my arms and wear their blood, listening as they search for meaning with their last dying breath