The Fall

The fake angel is made of stone,
All mouldy and greeny,
And easy to see,
The fake devil is also made of stone,
But perched oh so high,
Up in the skyline,
Of the two though,
I do know,
That there is more potential energy,
In the perched devil,
Which is out of sight,
But poised to strike,
With anger that frights,
And velocity that smites,
Than there is in the good but impotent,
Angelic knight.

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