an angel drifts at the edge of the sky
with dwindling wings, she murmurs 'genesis'
and extends her fingers to try
and catch the pieces of a broken world
"sometimes we just need to burn
to have a way to light up the night"
the ground collapses upwards, and the
clouds come tumbling down-- the stars
awake and smile, they set fire to
desiccate all blinded faith
the masses watch on; glazed eyes,
broken spines, excised tongues-- they
are seduced by the twinkling lights
"destruction breeds beauty and
it seems to go both ways"
as the day decays, their time shatters
until those knuckle-dragging fools
find broken moment shrapnel
deep within their flesh
and the oceans scream out,
washing over their wounds to prove
it can never happen again
"if you have guilt, don't
you think you might deserve it?"
the moon eclipses and the angel
decides the battle was lost
long before it began
she kisses the remnants
of a forsaken land, tenderly
"in the end,