They say I have angel wings
They have been to my home, they've seen through my things
But why do they ignore my horns - my scars?
They claim I've been through hurt, that I've fought wars
But why is war not seen as ugly? I spit at them that it is
Yet they freeze to see, attempt to hug and land a gentle kiss
Angels fell in battle, and demons died too
War is a place brought by liars and miscreants' crew
I agree that I'm no miscreant, but those wings aren't mine
I ripped them off bodies, so that the demons build them a warrior's shrine
You see the angels aren't that bad, but they act righteous
They follow their leader, even if it is something blasphemous
I trophy these wings, to remind me of my place
To hurt others lesser, to understand this whole wrong criminal chase
Gotta go, I think they are here, I hear the angellic sings
Because they say I have angel wings
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#This was an image prompt (boy, do I wish badly that Webnovel allows me to paste photos - that'd be so good!) of angel wings on a wall hanger. We had other amazing writers who wrote too - different perspectives. And this was mine.#