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Mystic Angels Are Here

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Observing life's mystical sensations
duty hast betided;  Never-minding
human's gruesome tantrums.

'Twas sent down to watch-over
oafs like thee; canst thou flee?
Aye!  place's ye hide willingly
give-up each prize.

'Tis bygone night's of pangs
memories vile within pleasure.
Heaven's charlatan not!
Beneath all universal stars
temptation swayed rhythmic-
pure sassy honey.

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Angel Speaks
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"Thou art earth's arse yet frantic
since eyes hast fell on thee.
Fathom m' words allow penetration
to thy heart; LOVE is SHE
creating moon, planet, stars."

" One nod brings m' sword
into sharp actions; leaving thee
sliced, frowzy, grotesque.
Understand m' post 'tis ebony gold
here to collect many souls."

"Upon this postal watching
beyond thy beastly behavior
we await the signal
to annihilate wicked heathens."

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Mystic Angels

of

LOVE




Author notes

3. Warrior Angel

GOD is LOVE


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  • sense surreal gold member
    January 17

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    there is absolutely beauty upon its darkness...it's the mysticism within...

    "annihilate wicked heathens."
    love this part


  • Dark Otter
    January 16

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    An interesting piece

    that catches the eye for both its form and content. The word choice is quite dark and sexual. I have to admit I was pleasantly surprised. Thanks for a very welcome entry.


  • HpWICKEDangel
    January 16
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    like how it flowed. the cruel essence of this piece.


  • Brazos silver member
    January 16

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    Hmmmm, the Mystic Angels of Love, slaying the heathens. Well, I guess you'll have to kill us all, amen. But that's ok, to feel your soft breath against my throat before you cut it would be worth anything, even death.

    Such are the thoughts you evoke here with this most worthy write, beautifully done.

    I love you,
    Brazos


  • elinawilfred
    January 16
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    agood poem

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