He wrote about angels,
the rise and rumbling noise
of heavenly highways;
unharnessed the darker
savage shades of injurious
misfortunes to prey upon
the christian children.
Can a man be saved
if he cultivates duplicity?
Did God create the good
and evil, the summer
and its ravaged storms?
He drew a chain, a pirate's
rope and hung the masked
and poisoned souls like flags
he raised them to the sky;
the winds, his deep benevolent
pride snapped and whirling madly
cried: what precious weathervanes!
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