It won't always be like this
The Angels hear
The demons flee
I have all of heavens grace
Watching over you and me
Every angel in the army
Every feathered wing
And halo crown
They hear my voice and prayer
From the ground
They watch you my son
And feed you good bread
They have a plan for you
But they tell me instead
So please now don't fret
Rest your little head
YOU ARE READING
Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
