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Halos and Horns
by Aaron BlairThe Devil is really an angel
with dirty veins. He smokes
a million cigarettes, wonders
aloud, "if God makes no mistakes,
then what exactly are we?"
He wants to believe but can't.
It goes against his nature.
Too many black t-shirts and
black coffee. There's
no going back from that
kind of painted on cynicism.
I'm a bad thing, happening to
his not so-good people, another
merit badge of self-loathing to
pin right to his chest. He
hates himself so well. You
could say he has a call.
If I had a mirror, I'd know
just what I see in him, but
that's love for you. A little
like some invisible deity. It
can't admit it makes mistakes. 06/22/2004 Posted on 06/22/2004
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/23/04 at 03:08 AM Well, the devil sounds like a thinker, a bit unfit in his own surrounding. And the Gods, they hate such devils. But then these devils are 'like some invisible dieties' well within their right to proclaim so despite the hatred and self pity for being unfit. |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 06/23/04 at 04:12 AM an ingenious approach to confession. well done. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/23/04 at 07:32 AM Excellent read! The title caught my interest and the poem expanded it. A unique approach to angels and devils. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 07/09/04 at 02:32 AM You do it and do it, every time you do it. Rock me completely off my nut. |
| Posted by Quinn Vokes on 08/30/05 at 01:44 AM amazing, amazing writing. what a picture you paint! that first stanza drew me right in and now i'm hooked. great job. - Qu |
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