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Temporary material substance
Your fighting to survive
Living with half an angel wing and a knife to fight
You pray that your soul gets saved if you see a arch angel is out
You pray hard that your soul gets saved
While you deceive the poor
Letting them take shelter under your half ripped wing
Have them begging for mercy
At the cost of your selfish addictions, spawning your selfish hate
You smear it onto anyone like
army paste
Who
Will latch on long enough
To get your temporary substance?
The substance
That you can't even rely on
Living with half an angel wing and a knife to fight
You pray that your soul gets saved if you see a arch angel is out
You pray hard that your soul gets saved
While you deceive the poor
Letting them take shelter under your half ripped wing
Have them begging for mercy
At the cost of your selfish addictions, spawning your selfish hate
You smear it onto anyone like
army paste
Who
Will latch on long enough
To get your temporary substance?
The substance
That you can't even rely on
Published 20th Jun 2019
Author's Note
Wrote this poem a few years ago
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7th Jul 2019 10:18pm
I like the almost contradiction in this piece. The angel with the half-wing looks out for an archangel, but at the same time deceives the poor and helpless. Gorgeous. Thank you for sharing.
