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Angels With Broken WingsThe broken wings of angels lies under a guise of broken ties, heart felt lies, with demonic spies & tear filled eyes.   This is the end of the end. Now hearts must mend. The fallen angels descend on foul wind to meet their end among mere men. This is the end.   The broken wings of angels that will never fly, deny me strength to get by, why, because you will never soar? Are you so sore you hold faith no more? Or could it be something more?   The broken wings of angels can never be mended. The loss of flight means their time in heaven has ended, now amongst the mortals they must be blended, but their time is little, their existence will soon be ended.   So they cry. And their cries would touch your soul This pain will never take its toll, the humans now have control, they will exact a devastation one million fold, they did not take heed to the prophecies told; the holy book, billions upon billions sold & still this travesty unfolds.   They have never known a destiny. They were destined to be angels eternally, so now for this to be their unforeseen destiny, there is now an animosity, they now spit our profanity, some stricken with insanity, none taken by humanity, but this is how it has to be.   This is the end. Even now on knees they bend, praying for their wings to mend. ©2004 All rights reserved. This poem may not be used or duplicated in part or whole wihtout the express consent of Jak'ki "Parris" Johnson. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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