Angel With Dirty Hands

Angel With Dirty Hands
I looked out the cracked window
Staring at a face of perfection
I started to believed I saw an angel
Right in front of me
I scanned with my eyes
The angel had dirty hands
What did she do
Taking care of the birds
Singing to the toddlers
But with dirty hands
How could it be
Stained with blood
Her hands marked with screams and cries
An angel with imperfection
The angel had taken the deed
To put one out of misery
This angel with dirty hands...
Had an appearance of perfection
She stopped the fearful cry

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