Angel of The Earth

You’re a soldier of a grim war.

It wages on and

You age on, becoming weathered like a letter torn, like a blunt sword

The only sharpness left is the knife end of forgiveness

As you blend into the wilderness

You could say you were faithless

There’s no God in the bloodshed

And no hope for the helpless

You age on like letters fainting off wilting paper

Leaving only the soiled thought that I alone could be your savior

But then, something is born out of the darkness

With only blood it manifests

To pull you toward the emptiness

To leave behind all your regrets

It’s an angel of the Earth

The right hand of nature true

It knows how to handle something weathered like you

It cleanses the wood of sin, the last trace of your will

Leaving only the silence of a forest ever stilled