Ditheleticism Confused

In the underbrush is often found
A subtil beast: placed by seraphic hands
To guide through destruction and unite
For the common good of being evil

While the wings are hard
To see, the implications are always the same
The smiles are inhuman and necessary
As the carpenter's cup catches the falling charisma
Dripping from the forked tongues of folks like Amber and little Addie
And other Noble Heroes
Pistis Sophia is the one, acting under orders, of course, like Arnold the Blessed
Who allows the serpents to bite

We will never see beyond words
No matter how much light is shed by the Morning Star
So we plod on, finding hope and maybe belief
But never a good reason to hope or believe in Angels



Credits
Writer(s): Grahm Eberhardt
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