Fallen Angels

Fallen Angels long poem

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Fallen Angels

The prince of the power of the air
Doesn’t even really seem to care
Lucifer was in heaven once
A shining light to his domain
The he let his pride get in the way
Was thrown out of heaven
Taking one third of the angels with him
Spreading there disease of evil & hate
Not a cause for faith only evil
Many today are being caught in the middle playing second fiddle
There eyes are being blinded by Satan
Eyes with tombstones in there head
It’s the walking dead face full of lead
They come to kill, steal & destroy
This is their chief aim & ploy
They disguise themselves as angels of light
Blackened stench of caged fury in the night
There is no escape for them my friend
A miserable lot of sin with long viscous fangs
That bite dripping blood off side
They long to run away & hide
From the true light cause they love the darkness
Many follow after their plan
Instead of ever trusting in the master plan

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Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
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