We lost the sun the
day you left us and
the good weather twisted silver,
but the day ran on.
mama said you're with God
and dancing with great angels,
but I know the truth;
no seraphs will welcome you,
No heavenly gates will open—
you're six feet under burnin'
up with the rest of
your friends that touched a
real angel and laughed at
her tears and mocked her
fears. Wings tangled in doom
Until they were plucked cold
By the beast who deceived
her nature and desecrated faith
Ain't no angels where you're
goin’—no Godly salvation neither
and that is the justice
of the broken angel, Sol.
About the Creator
Moose
My focus is on inspiring art through literary creations. I love to write poetry, I love to talk about them too, and I really want to build a community of like minded people who love to read, write, and want to share their own space with me.
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