Are you Sorry you Broke the Rules

Out of probability, I reason that night is the season

for sleep, but not for me.

I slumber all day and during the night stay wide-awake.

Nocturnal mortals it is known are sometimes immortal,

and some stay awake after dark to do malicious deeds.

 

While I doze the hot heavens shine and with a smile while in my

daydreams angels come to me and ask, “Beer or wine?” and then say,

“Because we have wings and come from up above doesn’t mean our

intent is to require you to have faith. We’re here you think, but we’re

nothing but a dream.”

 

What I see in my dreams I pray to be true, because I see how lovely

all the angels are with white feathered wings and faces so gorgeous,

only a divinity could have fashioned them like that. The deity gave them

voices so delightful, listening to them singing is better than having sex,

so when I awake and they’re nowhere near, my heart wants to break.

 

How great it would be to sleep my life away accompanied

by singing angels who in the name of love would carry me up

above where they’re from. I’d be so happy to believe they were

made just for me, or would I discover my hallucinations are only

delusions I see to make me believe?

 

The next day while I drowse angels appear in the stream of my

dream, and we went on a universal tour where spirits of lives lived

on a million biospheres. An angel told me, ” Earth is a wildlife refuge

that Inhabitants of all these worlds will visit to see how you and others

Like you behave when let out of a cage and are given free range.

 

When they see how cruel humans are, they vow to keep them away

from any other life forms, except those sent to Earth to be punished for

breaking the interstellar law. The angels know, humans will find a way

to make any life sent to their world sorry they ever broke the rules.

 

 

 

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