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Just another angel of newspaper proportions...


Scales of ancient justice-tipped by dust of gold.
Feathers weightier than souls sent free in copper mercy.
Vanquished of their treachery by blessing uncle's treasury.


Such a little turn of phrase,
a turn of coin,
a turn of heart,
Indiscriminate ambition
and open-minded open hands.
Vending machines of chivalry
dispense the righteousness.
We take truth in tiny doses
wrapped in noisy vellums.


Just another angel who tried to do some damage...


The grand malignancy of man,
The iron flavor of injury
in ironic down nobility.


Just another angel floating past our weeping spires...


They speak in lines,
they speak in circles,
Engulfing what they should set free.
They charge at the unorthodox-
They charge us at the door.



Just another angel who will proudly take your credit cards...


They wouldn't listen to his screams
until he bathed in gasoline.
We stood stark still in painful silence
To understand his protest.


Just another angel borne on wings of fire...


The world is always shifting,
Sinning in slow-motion,
Time is all too palpable in moments such as these.


Just another angel who has no room for gods...


Eyes swollen from the propaganda,
Softly hypnotized,
Whole-walletedly christianized.


Just another angel who has air-time up for sale...



A tenth of the mint,
A tenth of the cumin,
A tent of gospel,
And all is forgiven.
Once is not enough to shame you
From your robes of alteration.


Just another angel cloaked in velvet lust...


Remind us what we're thinking,
For we've forgotten how to read.
Shepherd us away from knowledge,
Lest we should stumble onto truth.
Revel in pastostity as we feed your
Dainty tongue,
Reward the hungry little dogs
With a tickle on the ear.
It would be too much to hear.


Just another angel for our circus...


We all laugh to see such folly
and wait for the bomb to go off.
Empirical assassination,
Sniper of allegorical verse,
Dissecting the primordial
To weave it into lies.
Periodical reasoning
And elemental reference.


Just another angel wielding silence in his hand...

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