Nevaeh Miranda

Fallen gracefully no wounds appear,

An angry angel graces the earth and its wrath shall be revealed

Footsteps patter along earth’s floor like a time bomb.

When will the plan commence, while sleep takes over

Or when guards have been brought down

What has been done to deserve such a fate.

Turned from God an angel starts a rebellion,

Grace surges through the vein A touch that shows care,

a hatred that crosses a line

The difference is so little Angels can love just as us,

Turned from hatred a fallen angel graces with its love,passion,and care

Only a touch so caring can bring an angel from hate