Hells guardian angel
Paradises past
Clothed majestically with No mask
No more white
Just all black
Need more love but she doesn’t have that
So she just tends to the wicked as heavens reject
Stuck in the middle ,between two worlds
Feeding the hands of another soul
To soon leave and leave her cold
She knows
And so does heaven
Legs and visions parallel; like the number 11
Dig deep
The root of stimulation and pleasure
Why must I continue to repeat
My own decision to spare the wicked has left me in deceit
As i continue to spare such narcissist, I wonder when God's mercy is going to spare me .
Not so blind anymore but I still can’t see.
I want to see what God sees in me.
My flesh had suffocated w ignorance
Left my faith in a state of squander
Black
Emotions collide
hope evaporates like a rainbow after the sunset
The light of million suns couldn’t revive hell’s angel
She waits
And waits
For a feeling that’s more than genuine
less affecting
Less toxic
She consumes and carries the jetlag of the wicked
Uses her selfless spirit to convey passion of philanthropy
Although she knows everyone’s intentions before displayed
Mans game and trick is not what leaves her in disarray
Who’s left to feed her soul after she’s lent her spirit to one who are ignorant to love itself
Permanently Stained by flesh
my earthly doings are not enough
Done w wicked spirits And their earthly bluff
I remain the Earth as God is Love.