what’s all this talk of
angels hunched over
in storm-clouds with
their harps, waiting for me
to make a mistake so
they can swoop down
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Fallen Angels (a poem)
Satan rebels and fallen angels follow him
to the underworld – wings clipped, eyes ablaze
with red like the demons they are.
Stand atop this holy hillside and survey the city –
if you are the Messiah, then prove it.
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