Jason's Angels

Jason's Angels

One does not need religion to be blessed.
I dance with devils late into the night.
While maidens fair who labor without rest,
Have born aloft the scripted words I write.
To all my angels- holders of the keys,
To doors through which my feet desire to pass,
I genuflect and worship on my knees,
Thou priestesses of my unsanctioned Mass.
Though Charlie had his angels carry guns,
To arm my angels would be but a waste.
They're lethal with a pulchritude that stuns,
(and don't forget impeccable good taste).
Dear Angels, as we slowly climb the ranks,
My loyalty I grant thee with my thanks.

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