Angel Wing …
Pray tell my friend, do you know of this matrix,
The one still held down by lost aspirations
Please honor me friend, and break down the stasis
And give the faithless a fresh new face, yes?
I have passed the time like a worn-out watch
My mental panoply like a messy swatch
My link to pragmatism has since dislodged
I need someone to take it up a notch
I give to you the will of Ezekiel
To take up my stead and heal many people
To slay all their demons, remove all their evils
Renew all their spirits and cleanse all their steeples
I ask this of you, to give them a reason,
Separate the righteous from all the heathens
Cling to feeding those ones ‘til repletion,
Make them feel needed and give them some meaning.
Upon such a reaching you’ll feel a cohesion
A oneness with people that you are now meeting
The staircase begins with you just believing
That you are a lighthouse a real homing beacon.
Sometimes just your shoulder could stop all the bleeding
Your hands there to clasp them when they feel their beaten
With some of their spells they’ll have you uneven
Sometimes they’ll leave you feeling like you need some Jesus.
These people are decent, but they have clouded vision,
They can’t get past the bars of their own inner prison
Their pipe dreams have stayed forever hidden
And all they need now is someone to listen
Their stories have villains that you can’t envision,
Ones that question the human condition
Such evil makes me confront my thoughts with suspicions
That hell is now here and no one has risen
That reason is why I need your decision
Will you jump on board and take up the mission?
Or should I suffer these days with my early dismissal
And leave this sad world down the road to perdition
My empathy eludes me, my voice is now mute
My senses are marked as nothing acute
I wish I could stand here by your side, resolute
But somewhere my coming train vanished en-route.
Their world needs a reset, it needs to reboot
They need to feel love like they had in their youth
Some fell off the wagon while hot in pursuit
Some lost on their way, but still stand to salute
We made up diseases in hopes to dilute
And avoid the forecast of wearing jumpsuits
some take on real quick, some fail to compute,
some tremor so hard, like earthquakes in Beirut.
Epidemics themselves, are clever ways to recruit,
while hard times will lead to houses of ill repute.
But nothing besides God is believed to be absolute
So now you become their required parachute
I won’t convolute this, things will become strange
From your lips will hang their promise of change
Their ghosts will derange you, you’ll feel so estranged
But in many sordid tales you’ll find the exchange
On pale moon nights the phone will ever ring,
your eyes will be so wet, sometimes they will sting
Other times you’ll be crucified just for judging
Just stay the course and listen, it will help everything
They will warble in your praises, like a glorious king
Though you are just being human, yeah, it’s a real thing.
Those heartstrings pulled will become your wellspring
Those butterfly knots you have will need uncoiling.
Thought you dwell in the dark, the light you will bring
You will cling to those who need you most while helping
Remember emotions are like a pendulum’s swing,
Just be their angel and tuck them beneath your wing.
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