Torn

And the angel of desolation cracked open the sky…

O vanity of vanities,
you will be the death of me

but my heart was always pure
my father told me so

And the angel of devastation ripped open the chest…

O love and peace,
you never saw the best of me

but my heart was always true
my father told me so

And the angel of damnation broke open the earth…

O fire and blood,
you will be the final drug

but my heart was always good
my father told me so

And the angel of destiny tore open the soul…

O promises and prophecies,
you have had your way with me

but my heart was always clean
my father told me so

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel. Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.