Psalms 103:20: “Bless the LORD, ye his angels, that excel in strength, that do his commandments, hearkening unto the voice of his word.”
I must be in heaven because I’m surrounded by Angels Towering, statuesque women legs, smooth like the ocean we swim in Angels
Glowing examples with spectacular wings pieced together by glittering things Jewels, gilded spectacles of art to frame the emaciated bones tied with strings Such delicate, glittering things
How glorious! How Victorious! These creatures appear to be They’ve won the prize for all seeing eyes to gaze at their bodies for free
I am torn to shreds between admiration and jealousy For these, angels are perfection half dead New age fossils preserved like precious artifacts They’ve been sent down from heaven as an example of what God must want Supremecy to look like
I must be the devil I’m shorter than these angels with at least fifty percent more body fat Descending to the sound of church bells the Angels spread an important message Appear flawless
Rule the World with Pink, says the lingerie Leave the forks and books where they belong Slogans like Unwrap Me appearing on thongs so, Purity within myself seems wrong
If one wants to be an Angel an object of affection a receiver of attention one must become an angel Grow a few inches, drop forty pounds Get used to your growling stomach’s sound It’s only your morals you’re throwing away Hire people to mend any tooth decay Oh your hair starts to fall out? Wigs are back in style As a Victorias Secret Angel You’ll constantly smile
If your heart begins to fail and vital organs deteriorate Your mental illusions will bring you a date with Jesus He’s right on your shoulder, bejeweling your wings As an Angel, you deserve only beautiful things.