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Bi anubis icons for anon! Free to use, credit appreciated!

I’ve felt life

I can see that there’s still so much left to experience here

Pain is only a portion of everything else.

Frequently you cross my mind

I just observe you

Fleeting and blue

Like a field full of forget-me-nots

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?

This is where I want to be right now. This would be home for just the moment. This would be peace.

A biblically accurate angel should cosplay beyblade

My claws are sharp

I’ve tasted Blood

But I am utterly helpless when with you.

in your dreams you are running. full of a heaviness that seems as if the universe rests there. the ache for something no longer there hangs in the air like the rain before a storm. dark clouds gather on the horizon but the sky is silent

do not unbury the buried

they are there for a reason

prayers might not save you this time

a crumbling church sits abandoned, do not go inside. you will not be the same thing when you come back out. there is nothing in there but empty space to spill devotion to a god that does not exist. those who remain there would eat away at what little of you is left until you also do not remember the beautiful tragedy of being human

your hands create

my hands destroy

lover

what a wonderful pair we make

when the stars bloom

I will come for you

harbor you

until then speak

speak your woes

and speak your joys

for I will listen to it all

you will never be alone again

and the persecution commences

stripping away anything that cannot be seen

carelessly carving away too much

the blood crawling into your lungs

Kiss the scars on his back so he can caress you with the ghost of his feathers.

Your palms are bloody. He would be proud. Your handiwork splays across your skin, carvings in His name, the eyes on your skin allowing Him to see you as often as He wants. If your Muse can’t be here physically, you’ll be His window. You’ll let Him see.

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.