The Trouble With Violence

With a vicious glint in his eyes,

The mottled-winged one

Watches as his brother tumbles

Down the abyss, raising his

Hands and wings in a triumphant

Gesture. The other angels cheer,

The fight for leadership won by

A cheating, scornful sibling,

Really just a liar in his own right.

And oh, I thought they were

Supposed to love each other?

The End

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