' ' ' ' Heaven's Theatrics
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Angel gazes
heavenward
unable
to ascend.
Its marble wings
shattered at its feet
a carved tear
unable to fall further.
Lichen eating
into the name
cut in stone
translating it
into hieroglyph
that beggars being
deciphered.
God walks past
in thunder & lightning
using the storm
as a disguise.
Now only
a celebrity
uneager
to be
recognised.
The dead
(dead as Queen Victoria)
are not
amused
turn
in their graves.
They’ve seen it all before
unimpressed with
Heaven’s Theatrics.
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