T-1000
by Bela Kiss· from For Those Who Dont Believe
An angel stand supon a rose bed,
With Thorns on Each Stem.
She cries Alone.
She is all alone.
What is this world coming to,
When an Angel must cry alone
Selfish Bastards
Have you looked in the mirror,
it's a terrible site
In Fact, you have broken the mirror,
it tore your faces off.
YOU ARE NOW A ROBOT.
You and the res your cooperative pulses,
run by a machine eager to earn
their keep of the innocence
stolen from an angel.
Angel.