The Arch AngelA Poem by SquinklaPsyOpsThe Arch AngelShe is crying again The girl sits through the night Tears stream down her beautiful puffy face How much can she take? She might grasp grip She looks at her face in the mirror and Sees an ugly with no body A spirit who might try to posses her She is pushed near the edge And starts screaming for help And prays to Arch Angel "Where once I saw a cliff Descending down I wanted Single I was With no one helping The rising hand from below Is offering to start pulling HELP ME BEFORE I JUMP" © 2014 SquinklaPsyOpsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSquinklaPsyOpsUSConstitutionAboutWriter Of The TwentyFirstCentury, confiscated the PsyOps script from the corrupt military radio host that was remotely assaulting me inside the city, which I plan to publish parts of it here, to study.. more..Writing
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