They say that Angels play the harp,
But I'm coming to realize
That's allegorical ********
The harp, such beautiful tone color,
(Tied to purity and innocence)
Yet have the Angels no say in the matter?
I've met hundreds of angels shrouded in cacophony.
I'm coming to realize none play the ******* harp,
Each angel marching to their own John Sousa or Joe Strummer, none alike.
Let's throw out the fascist visions of angels and know only that they are strong, and they are numerous...
They may not love you nor serve your God,
But they exist all around you,
And I implore you to know that these are your muses, your goddesses, spirits of all shapes—
Do not reduce them to harp players.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
They say that Angels play the harp,
But I'm coming to realize
That's allegorical ********
The harp, such beautiful tone color,
(Tied to purity and innocence)
Yet have the Angels no say in the matter?
I've met hundreds of angels shrouded in cacophony.
I'm coming to realize none play the ******* harp,
Each angel marching to their own John Sousa or Joe Strummer, none alike.
Let's throw out the fascist visions of angels and know only that they are strong, and they are numerous...
They may not love you nor serve your God,
But they exist all around you,
And I implore you to know that these are your muses, your goddesses, spirits of all shapes—
Do not reduce them to harp players.
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