Armies Of Angels Poem by Jeresi Katusime

Charred flesh, wrapped in white sheets
Tomorrow you will be a headline
Next month, yesterday's news

Third degree, was the best and the worst
He could do
He doused you in petrol, struck a match
Set you ablaze to your next degree.

Your soul writhed as it was being severed from your body
Magicians wailed, such inglorious waste!
But you laugh at him from your freedom
Lounging from a place where he can't find you.

Your charred remains were your weakest points
Now stronger and stronger you run the race
With beings divine, cheered on by
Armies of Angels.