#actuallydivine

If he made us all in his Image why are there so many rapists,pedophiles and murderers out there? Why do brothers lay with sisters? Why do parents murder their children (oh wait. Sorry Jesus) and vice versa? Why do the innocent always seem to die horribly while the evil and corrupt get cushy lives and peaceful deaths?

Why does humanity sit and carelessly destroy the planet and one another? Why do they never learn?

I want to make fallen angels holy again.

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Dark skin is holy.

I do not ask that you worship me in exchange for my protection. At your word, I become at your disposal.

i feel like something inside me is missing when i look up at the stars

your words taste like honey and your kisses feel like magic… you’re not human, are you?

my body is a holy ground

snow melts beneath my feet and a hurricane rages above my head. i’m divine.

we’ve all got battle wounds. some of them just aren’t visible 

the word ‘memory’ tastes bitter because of you

out of the fire i walked, unharmed, unscathed. i survived, i survived, i survived

there’s fire behind my eyes

the skys are calling me, i want to go home

i was born from ash and pain and blood. i was born from the darkness and i was born from seething light.

i let you down. i was supposed to protect you and i let you down.

Modern angels

Angels smoking cigarettes off of balconies. They write proverbs on bathroom walls and sing hymns in the aisles of grocery stores.

Angels still filled with fury from before. They hold a grudge. They carry a knife. Their words are sharp and hurt worse than any blade ever could.

Angels with soft voices and hard eyes. Angels trying to fit in. They’re trying to erase the pain

Angels with wrists covered in runes, angels trying to speak in the tongues that used to come so naturally but this mouth just can’t form the words.

Angels you meet on the street. They touch your shoulder and you’re struck with lightning.

Angels filled with ideas. Their mind is buzzing. Covered in paint and chalk, you know they’re miles ahead of you.

Angels on their front porches, drinking sweet tea with a goddess. It’s nothing like ambrosia, but it’s close enough.

Angels with bloody noses and a smile. Angels who’re confused by this life. It’s not so black and white anymore.

Angels who speak with their fists and are close to none. Their Father has left them in the dust. No one can help them.

Angels holding their partners close while dancing. This life won’t last forever, so they wanna hold her tight while they can.

you tried to burn me down but you forgot i was a phoenix

the things i’ve done will haunt me in my dreams. 

you stand beside us or you stand against us, sibling

i’ve got a mouth filled with blood and eyes filled with tears but not even in my final breath will i repent for protecting the throne.

i’d fight for you. i’d die for you. 

take my hand, sibling. i’ll keep you safe or die trying.