"I'm angel of the Lord."
How I was introduced
The powers I once hold
Celestial man induced
To protect and follow
The orders they'll send
Yet it made me hollow
I sided with my friends
But the judgement day
Broke free from chains
I'm the unloyal soldier
Paying my sins with pain
The harsh sounding toll
For me to take the fall
My wicked halo dimmed
Into a shadowy dream
My wings burned away
Exiled into this planet
Another being castaway
Floating feather death
Going to my own free will
For what I think is right
But they called me a rebel
I went against their fight
Against their prejudices
This wayward dying angel
Of the entropy and mess
Left into dark lures of hell
I used to be a pure angel
A powerful, ethereal one
But paradise's colours fell
And now I'm only human.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
