Grudge, hate and lust
Loomed large in mind.
You're no longer your kind;
You're no longer an angel.
With sickly green eyes,
A sinister smile;
A heart so cold,
Your rancour is immortal;
You're never an angel.
Why the sudden change?
Where have all you innocent promises gone?
You're such a dismay.
You're everything but...
You're no angel.
*****
2001







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