Angel

This is the curse of all angels
As a mere puppet of your god,
She can’t be seen as more than a symbol
Of purity of no avail.
As a pointless but beautiful thought.


She’s powerlessly in between
The arbitrary might of Him,
Combined with ticking time.
And shielding those under her wings,
From horrors of reality.


Still through her feathers will shine truth.
Pessimism will make her see
She’s incapable of saving you,
From the horrors that will be.


The pointless fight will drain her faith.
Will rip her wings and halo.
In her fall, her last hope fades,
And we lost another angel.


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About good intentions and a good heart in a world with too much flaws and a harsh reality