The chief of fallen angles, watches as your world it falls apart,
He waits in anticipation for chaos and evil things to start,
His world is morass and morbid as he wishes your to be,
for the sight of love and happiness can bring him to his knees,
Aborant to us all like a thief amongst good guests,
you don't know it but you help him to steal what good is left.
But God he is there watching,
Hes the police man you can see,
and if you would just accost him,
then the thief would surely flee.
By:Chris Geoghegan
Submitted: April 13, 2013
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