Angels Poem by Jazz Christopher
Angels
The angels are calling
Above my head
I can hear them
Where have they been
In the light
Dying in the shadows
Taunting the angels
With all there might
Angels are fighting
Angels are fierce
The demons are coming
Right over there.
Vengeance is sweet
Victory is stale
Death is near
Opening his mind
To find something clear
Where is heaven
Where is hell
He became lost
Waiting to be found
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5/2/2024 10:22:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice poetic imagination, Jazz. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks