Bad Angel.

Bad Angel

I 'would wish' to be the angel
(generally the sick angel)
who speaks directly to God's admiral
and retell him the new story
that I knew from the good man, in this deep, fancy and brief time,
between coffees from Starbucks
and barbecues in the garden.
Cut a piece of cake and share it with the Bad Angel.

The secret I'd like to share
is the action war plan of the non-sinner human being,
just in case the Celestial Army
would want us to defeat
the very last showing of bravery,
hope, and brotherhood.
Cut a piece of cake and share it with the Bad Angel.

At least we, the sick angels,
will have the opportunity to blame us of this Divine disaster.
Cut a piece of cake and share it with the Bad Angel.

And the Bad Angel continues advising me to cut my own wings by myself.

(Bad Angel, A. H., 2016)