An Angelic War Poem by shubham shekhar

An Angelic War



An angelic war this is,
continuous marching
space vibrates
sharpened weapons shine in daylight
now they are bathed in blood
which tastes sweet
bodies fall down like chopped wood
heads roll, hands fly
corpses have smiles on their faces
glorious victory roars in the sky
all angels are screaming
only god is silent.

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