Hello Angels from my Nightmares,
Welcome to this literate yet ignorant World.
The wolves are hungry,
The foxes are corrupted,
The donkeys want power,
The rest are either blind,
or choose to be blind.
The shinning sun,
The shimmering moon,
A wish is made upon the dead stars,
Scattered and torn when alive,
Connected and gathered at funerals.
The voices are crying,
The bodies are blasting,
The hearts are praying,
The souls are departing.
The color is crimson,
The paintbrush is violent,
The art is massacre.
In the Darkness, I drown,
In the Darkness, I feel alive.
Angels from my Nightmares,
We are just a bunch of Preaching Devils.
A/N : I would be glad if you can tell me what you think is the message of this poem and if you may suggest a title.
