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One day an angel lost her wings so she could not fly,

The poor little angel was so upset all she did was cry.

She turned to anything to ease her pain and nothing would suffice,

her heart turned from one of gold into one of ice.



Now this angel scarred and scared wonders what she can do,

trying to find her way back to something new.

Then one day she stumbles upon a man so confident and tall,

she asks the man, "Can you help me?"

He replies, "No problem at all."



So the pair began their search for the little angels wings,

along the way they started to talk and she tells him everything.

Though her secrets were absurd the man did not stray,

For he looked down at the little angel and said, " I love you anyway."



Finally one day they found her wings buried in a pile of dirt,

He picked them up, brushed them off, and handed them to her.

He said, " These wings are not for you, they are tattered and torn,"

The angel replies, "Yes but that just means they've been worn."



As she tries to attach her new set of wings for some reason they won't fit,

she takes them off, sets them down, and just gets tired of it.

The man walks off only for a moment and returns with a brand new pair,

With a look of confusion on the angels face all she does is stare.



He hands her the wings, smiles and says, "Take them as my gift to you,

See I was once an angel but now my time is through.

Wear these with pride little one for there's love in this set of wings,

take care of them and for you happiness they will bring."



She asks the man, "What happened, why are you an angel no more?"

He said, "I am, but a different kind, I have another job in store.

See I am now your guardian angel so these wings I no longer need,

For anywhere you go I am with you, little angel I'll never leave."

A shoulder needed to lean,

A tear needed to cry,

Two arms needed a hug,

A voice needed to sigh.



A broken heart needed to mend,

A tattered spirit needed to rest,

A shattered dream needed rebirth,

Lifeless lungs needed breath.



When this body looked for comfort in its time of need,

it walked into a building standing on bruised feet,

Hands worn down by labor,

Heart racing for relief,

Eyes glaring for a vision of what was soon to be.



There standing in the doorway was another person so grand,

She stretched out her arms and lended a gracious hand.



Then the broken person said to the other, "Why do you care for me so?"

Suddenly with knowing eyes the woman sat and spoke," But I do know you. I can look at you and see. You are another version of what used to be me, I've walked in your footsteps, I've been in your head. I've dreamt your shattered dreams, I've laid in your bed."



Bursting with joy the broken person sighed,

with arms outstretched as far as could be the broken person cried.



With loving eyes the woman looked down at the tattered little girl,

then said," Don't worry, little one, I'll walk with you through this broken world."

It's always the ones who seem so innocent that are the ones so guilty.

Piercing eyes and fake smiles make them seem so true.

Painful secrets lurking in the darkness make thm remember the truth.

There once was a time that they were viewed as the big bad wolf,

Preying on one's innocence thriving for dependents searching for sorrow and stealing what was never their own.

People who sound so educated are always master minds with hidden doors and secret passageways, wondering whether anyone will ever find out.

Tireless efforts make them shameless and paranoid around every corner.

Though it also makes them overbearing with appeal to the naked eye.

When really someone who knows the truth can see straight through the facade of a once blemish less soul.

Only unscarred for a short time of course.

For it was marked with blood of the innocent one who stands before us today.

As a strong one with as many tribulations and who always seems okay.

Though deep down inside the one is trying to hide the pain of the intruder so much,

that they would lay down their life so no one would strife and heed a demon's touch.

I hide from my past

I run as fast as I can

No one can catch up

No one to grab my hand.



Where is my life

I left it behind

I put it on hold

to stop on a dime.



I hide all my secrets of hell

I keep them in my head

so no one can tell.



No one shares my pain

No one shares my life

its mine to live

its mine to strife.



I run my race to escape it all

But the faster I run

th harder I fall.

Imagine kids on the playgroud chanting this all too familiar tune....



Rock, paper, scissors, shoot



Rock, paper, scissors, shoot



Rock, paper, scissors, shoot



Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.



It was a cold day in Georgia,



October to be exact.



The stale air was blowing at least forty five miles an hour,



Blistering winds felt like pins and needles on my face.



"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot," was stuck in my head,



That enemy of mine had no idea what was coming.



Kids voices were still chanting, "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot."



As I walked up to my enemy's house



My eyes turned red,



My heart turned cold,



My blood boiled.



He opened the door and all I said was,



"Rock, paper, scissors......"



....BOOM!