Halo sits on your head
angel hair atop
you glow
words spill out jumbled and rushing
over one another
you tell lies
sitting on your cloud
fanfare and feathered wings
you turn away
messenger spit it out
pebbles and stones
your truth
the devil comes in disguise
hiding behind
your angel hair.
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