Collection of the dark days

Memoirs of a truth

Angels were sold to us
As holy beings
Of light
That's a lie
They're emotionless, like robots
Sent by their Creator
To watch
To observe
To study
And eventually,
To destroy
With their wings
Strong, white and gargantuan
In size and power
That, at least, is true
They are powerful
They are strong
And never for a moment
Think they aren't dangerous
That's why I'm here
To tell you all the
Truth
About angels