The essence of an angel
does not lie in the beauty of its wings,
Its soft curls,
Its mindless humming,
Its sweet silage,
Its blinding glow,
Its enchanting music,
Or alluring heavenliness.
Its essence is the mockery,
That all this virtues
Are no more than a wrap
For its closeted devilish ways.
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The Essence of an Angel
PoetryThis is a poem written by me. It may actually be bluhh.
