Angelic Weeping
Angelic weeping in heavens unseen,
Creatures of light stricken mute,
Mourning creation, so destitute spleen,
The apple — such poisonous fruit.
Angelic mournfulness, biting chagrin,
Structures of heaven in flames,
Satanic triumph without and within—
Sin is a hatchet that maims!
Lust of the spirit, a saber that swings,
Murderous keen and so grave,
Warfare and all of the pain that it brings,
Angels so helpless to save.
Megaphone blasphemy aimed at the cross,
Hurting the name of the king,
Curses that render such pitiful dross,
Hexes that injure and sting.
Poverty creeping like mould on the earth,
Rendering riches as dirt,
Vacant of hope, a despicable dearth,
Souls become cold and inert.
Angelic weeping vociferous shrill,
Sounding beyond the abyss,
Satanic strategies loosed with such skill—
Never such evil as this…
adamdaniel 