vagabondprophet:

Sleepless Angels

I think the angels lie awake

Holding breath in doubt,

I’ve wondered why before

I think I’ve figured out.

They see some with plenty

But still refuse to give,

To so many in squalor

To just be able to live.

A world with poison in its kiss

And daggers in its eyes

Venom on its lips

And fire in its skies.

The angels wake to nightmares

Too often they weep,

Though these days not much better

They all pray for sleep.

Dreams turn into terrors

As murders seen as choice

They cry and wonder why

The innocent haven’t voice.

We neglect the good God

Until we turn for worst,

We’ve forgotten he’s jealous

It makes saints hearts burst.

The angels cry hot tears

Our God wants us more,

We’ve put him in the corners

When he should be in our core.

They cry at our rebellion

And because we disobey,

They choke on tears

When we run astray.

They stay awake in sadness

When sun shines on our plain,

Because we still waste the land

For which the lamb was slain.

– Vagabond Prophet

– Found this one in an old journal. I wrote this over ten years ago yikes I’m getting old.