Better Angels

Better angels battle starvation of the heart.
I battle angles blank and dirty snow,
Which I’m unsure how to plow.
Better angels battle driven needs from us.
I stop and stare and erase the thought of happiness
Like it would be an illness.
Better angels battle nothings in my mind.
I raise my arms and battle better angels,
I rip their hearts and dust their heavens.

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