purity


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QuietlySilent
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11 months, 29 days ago
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Our Angel, Our Angel, Has Come To Save Us.

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the first time he was seen,
he had 
white feathers and kind eyes,
a warm smile and a 
golden halo.
he was the epitome of purity.

he came to the mortal realm for the first time
with the intent to help pick up the pieces.
the black plague had ravaged the world,
leaving only chaos in its place.

an 
angel has descended.

he sees how people were treated.
those who needed help were
icily ignored or mercilessly murdered,
so they wouldn’t pollute others.

when he ascended back to the heavenly realm,
he learned they were utterly twisted.
the human race was twisted.
he knew sincere souls existed.

the next earthly visit,
he had 
white feathers and distant eyes,
an uncertain smile and a 
golden halo.
he was the epitome of purity?

an 
angel has descended.

he easily repaired europe after the first world war.
everyone wanted to forget in the midst of their suffering.
he found a smidge of joy in the suffering.
that’s what they get for causing this suffering.

his distaste grew after he returned home.
humans killed each other over trivial subjects.
a strip of land and secrets.
maybe sincere souls still existed.

for the third visit,
he had 
onyx feathers and blank eyes,
a stormy frown and a
golden halo.
he was the epitome of purity?

an 
angel has descended.

he barely managed to put europe back together,
after they killed in cold blood together,
in the most violent war all together.
all to blame a peaceful sect.

when he returned once more to the afterlife,
he had no love for humans left.
how they could kill so many
and not even flinch, or bat an eye, he didn’t know.

the last visit to the mortal realm,
he had 
midnight black wings that had no feathers,
he had 
starving eyes that held no mercy,
he had a 
menacing smirk carved upon his face,
he had 
twisted horns jutting from behind his ears.
he was the epitome of impurity.

an
angel has descended.
our 
angel has descended.
but he isn’t here to
help.

Author's Notes

Damn old poem I wrote about Sean's potential backstory, it was eventually tossed, but I still very much love this one.