One Wing Angel Poem by Paul Frederick

Born from the Light
Who would know my plight
Conquered Death
With one breadth
A sigh to the Throne
One wing in Chrome
A perfect pictorial
Glory to God
Hell a stingy guesthouse
A kerosine over-dowse
You've got to complain
I wanna go back plain
What's on the other side
Only one key goes two-way
And everybody here's ugly
Singhing heat's not pretty
Keep my wing
I saw the Devil
too evil for any will
morgaging's overdrawn
even to live once
I was rich
Couldn't imagine an indigent twitch
For real
It was a small price to pay
Slap my bottom
That's where I came from.

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