The Messenger Not the Message

by Rafael López Jr.

Angel, on the day you were born

You were resolute in your conviction

Of sharing your Love

Angel, with purity of heart

You came to them and they destroyed your wings

And made you cry, "Love!"

Angel, with power from on high

You can level whole cities in one day

But they broke your Love

Angel, you thrash about and mourn

They use you and mercilessly kill you

Your ghost returns Love

Swear

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Swear that there's light at the end of the tunnel

You can't can you?