22 Dec Why Angels of Death Enjoy Games
Posted at 18:58h
in Poems
I, only I, am alien to God in face
Relentless divine, a familiar foreign space
Error pervades the way of my slow walk
Corrupted roots consume the whole stalk
This earth reeks with panic and heinous laws
To purchase our mornings with venom – and claws
Law of the heart hears no law of the land
Machines of hatred built by angels for man
Men no further from the sun to change at all,
He is not fallen – he is still in his fall