Angels Creep

I  burned my thumb in the dark

boiling oil for toil

and smelt the rot

of my soul gone spoiled.

For my culture showed 

the way the river should flow

but that wasn't the way

my heart had grown to know.

 

And in a rage of fiery fever

and anger boiled to the brim

Overflowing into the stream of time

and my soul so much fed up with him

 

So I  boil this oil to stop that toil

and while he sleeps angels creep

and he will hear the bells of fire 

the heat of oil,he will hear, I swear

 

For tonight this angel creeps.

 

 

The End

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