No sooner had they grown through adversity, within the realm of life’s richness and diversity,
Than they began to cull and kill to ensure that the seeds of need bent in the breeze of their malignant will
It was a bitter pill yet still they bleed the breeds including those of their own
On their planet: Their only home
They were a species that had complicitly and explicitly condoned the hues and tones of red
Then swallowed up the murdered dead
And those blackened, burnt, chopped and hacked
Ripped apart and fitted packed
In body bags- toes were tagged
Renaming each that died to fake
‘Beef’, ‘veal’, ‘terrorist’, ‘enemy’; the stakes they create
So that newborn Angels would always grow to make the same mistakes
Living morsels were stored as a resource that helped inhibit remorse, assuring all that there would always be more for them to take or break
There would be no recourse as they moved on
To the tune of the demon butchers song
They were privileged in that they had a choice and each one of them born with their own voice.
That they could choose to use for good or to wantonly abuse
To spread discontent or happiness, dark lies or hopeful truths
But there was so much more besides
Within each Angel there resides the ability to see- with clear foresight
They held the intuition and intelligence to realise the consequences of action, actualised through their psyche throughout connected lifetimes of wrong versus right.
But they had been rendered traumatised by the collective despair that was epitomised by worldwide disparity and apathy.
The final outcome of these atrocities had been foretold in their books and gospels; in their movies, theories and doctrines.
Armageddon awaited those that worshipped false idols and followed the seven sins of man, but these warnings none took seriously and dismissed them to be damned.
They refused to understand because they did not wish to relinquish personal gain, petty pleasures, possession, status and fame and rejected archaic superstitions as a conspiracy of vision that must be tamed.
They saw the meaning divine from another time and forgot the application in the modern day design as the hedonistic mini-Gods pushed in line for their leisure time
In hot pursuit of the forbidden fruit at the cost of the dying and destitute.
They had been born with every chance yet still they did not advance beyond this polarised, desensitised, traumatised stance
Their existence was not determined as was that of their fellow creatures
Two loose paths were set to these angels that could otherwise be demons
‘Rule together to protect in heaven or be ruled forever in a cruel and unforgiving hell’
But ruling together did not go well
With the plans of those that prophesised
That beheld the power to speak truth or lies
To help the Angel species on their evolutionary marathon
And somewhere down the line; these mighty Angels did decide
To replace potential purpose with eternal genocide
They stuttered their development the more the Angels died
But never would their lips part forth to tell the truth of lies
So conflict arose with a lack of care for any that did not have a share
They lived in divides of those ‘civilised’
And those that chose to be despised
These were then hunted, tortured and criminalised
Distorted to Demons through opposing Angel eyes
‘Good’ and ‘Evil’ then clashed together in a contrived battle for eternal heaven
Centuries passed, Millennia turned
Ages went by and more Angels burned
These carnivores then went to war
Armed with charge cards at the store
To buy yet more; consuming at will
Returning thirsty for their fill
Their mouths closed around the rot of the kill
It’s what they now bought
In their hunter/gatherer quest for sport
Who pays the bill when they come up short?
Their children that must now be taught
To love their world or else they’ll get nought
But a cold and lifeless, ravaged earth
Polluted, diseased- misspent in worth
What will they do when nothing grows?
When life’s remains are hybrid clones?
That without them cannot reproduce
The oversights in the God pursuit
Those hindrances to profits plan
The inability to understand
That extinction is the distinction
Between failure and success
Making choices ‘right or wrong’
Happiness or harsh duress
Becoming so much less than they really could have been
Their wings did not sprout majestically
Instead they stayed earthbound, their skin all thin and leathery
Still insignificant gnats lost to the chaos of infinity
That will perish soon when nature combines
When their actions, and inaction, trigger their own untimely demise
And, with vigour, the Mother kills the corrupted parasites
Ending all those lives upon her worldly flesh
By purging the diseased surface in her fiery breath
And by flood and by storm; with drought and earthquakes
Eco Immune system taking all in its wake
An organic fail safe to stop those on the top
‘If hell they create- it will be their lot’
Then the Angels will fall
With all that they’ve got:
Warfare, Death and misery
Famine, Plague and tragedy
The horsemen will ride out to right the travesty
Apocalypse wipes the whole slate clean as indemnity
Until every hint of the Angel’s existence
Disappears at the Earth’s persistence
Death will not heed a prayers insistence
And these Angels will perish without resistance.
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