Waves of Piety
The Sea of blood
Glows pink when the sun hits.
Suns rise and more die,
The liquid of life is pungent.
Midday the Gods fall,
stars plunging.
Angels float, then drown,
white wings bleeding.
Dogmas submerge
as dusk hits.
High tide is lovely.
Devils emerge
wingless.
These sunsets are heavenly.
-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng
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