The Bad Angel Poem by david gerardino
The Bad Angel
IT feeds on blow up,
it pays its way with
dirt.
IT makes its own God,
then sells it self for
cheap.
IT makes a big bang,
then laughs in your face.
IT works like a broken
storm, then fills its self
with sadness and drink.
IT turns out the sun,
then kicks at the moon.
BUT in the end, , the very
end, it will fall to its
knees................
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