Angels

"His ministering angels ask one another, 'Where is the place of His glory?'"
- Sabbath Liturgy

Angels arrive at your apartment at night, demanding hummus, pita and the life of your firstborn.
Angels hand you a knife and then snatch it back again.
Angels ask you where you've been. Here I am! Here I am! you cry out, your chest bared.
Those Angels, always spinning around a throne when you need 'em, calling everything holy.
Angels prefer shepherds to hunters who always come on too strong.
Angels speak to you out of the fiery pubic hair of Tel Aviv women and tell you that you that you must return home.
Angels turn the pretty girls to salt under your very eyes.
Angels convince you it's in everyone's best interest if you kiss her like she's your sister.
Angels rain down fire and brimstone on you and your smiling sodomite friends.
Those Angels crook your smile so people remember you as a villain.
Angels slip adderall into your coffee to keep you following The Word.
Angels make you moody, rolling over your serotonin receptors.
Angels tell you it's all the will of the Almighty.
Angels tell you to kill pigeons with your fingernails.
Those fucking Angels, telling you it's all you.
Angels encourage you to stop sniveling and clean out your childhood closest.
Angels tell you to leave her dead on the road.
Angels tell you to lie to your father, steal from your brother.
Angels diagnose that it's best if you'd leave.
Angels demand that you to complete a bible before you die.
Those cunning angels, always rescuing the women and children first.

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