They all come in the same manner
Very innocent but that’s all drama
Their wings; so big and white
Their speeches; so sweet and mild
They are like angels sent by their god
Bringing with them as they come are words of blessing
Words sweet scented like cinnamon
But these words are to get everyone hypnotised
They have flown to their destinations
But they bless themselves and their generations
They care less about us
For they need to bless themselves before their angelic time passes
These angels are lords instead of servants
They are masters instead of shepherds
Four years has flown pass by
Another set of angels are on the standby
Ready to spit out their sweet venom
And we the people are ready to swallow
For we have seen more of such shadows
And they are all cast by the same light
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