You're so perfect

You're flawless

You're like an inctricate piece of art

Of shining stained glass,

That hangs in my window

Until the rock comes flying through

And turns the wings of your angels into jagged shards

And the sandles of your desciples into crooked mounds

Sometimes I wish I could be that rock

But usually I'm content to just stand back and laugh as I let it fly.

The End

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