Angel meets foreground of a gothic chapel
Passively camouflaged in atheism
Facing the tracery window she wondered,
"Why should god determine my worth?
Devil within, why art thou my sin?
I am as nature intended,
but why am i on Earth?"
Scrape the scum from a poisonous palm of pondering
Prying information from the bowels of a mongrel
"You cheated fate?
Is nothing sacred?
We don't deserve that which we never preserve"
Perverting the verse
Vivid, vaguely evasive
Perfect in theory
"Being here is making me weary"
Eerie behavior seen clearly
"I really should leave"
--Noah H., Adult