Live A Lie

I wanted to say something, I found it not helpful to have it spoken somehow:

I saw some angels surrounding the town.
They were not as perfect as the story told.
They were imperfect because they had broken wings.
It did not matter anyway, because they helped the needy.

I saw the devils in an old back street.
Rumour had it they were evil looking and scary.
This was untrue. Perhaps they were the most beautiful things on Earth.
It did not matter anyway, because they ripped out the human hearts.

How much do you see?
Do you notice what is going on in the world?
Do you see the truth or do you blind yourself?