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A Tale of Dark Angels

                        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
                           hale 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

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