when purity falls to the basest of urges
and punishment lights up the skies,
when war angels come down to kill their own,
their faith laying scales o'er their eyes,
when the deserter takes the soldier's side
and plants his feet square on the ground,
then just pray to god they'll make it there.
pray they'll make it safe and sound.
2 comments:
yay someone wrote a poem! ( and so did i!)
i still am not sure i understand castiel or your views on him. someday let's discuss it, yeah?
cassssssstiel
i am so excited for season five. but you will not be with me. i will be sad. the end.
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