Halo Off

Take your halo off. Let the floodlights talk. Ringwraiths saints with

the sugar-bleach smiles. Selling little heavens by the click of the mile. Paper-thin grace in

a rented glow. Every mercy scripted for a viral show. You crown yourself

with a borrowed sun, but truth is heavy and it weighs a ton.

I won't kneel down to your silver lie. I raise my voice,

watch your angels fly. I hear the choir made of borrowed throats.

Pull the pin, let all your glitter float. Halo off. Let the floodlights

seep. If it's holy love, it can bleed and breathe.