At the cemetery I saw a fledgling angel weeping at a grave. <br />''I am late again in helping those guys who overjolt, '' <br />He sobbed bitterly, ''Them souls was I supposed to save. <br />I am always incapable, sluggish, and ain't worth my salt.'' <br />I said, ''Now, it's all right.Cool off! What can I do for you? '' <br />He gave me a weird look asking, ''Could you fly with me to hell? <br />If we free the captive souls, my Lord will give you his due. <br />If we don't hurry up, the souls won't be saved by the bell. <br />I cannot pass thru the gates of hell: my light may cause alarm. <br />As soon as I turn you invisible, the demons won't spot you. <br />Don't trust them shape-shifters willing to do you harm.'' <br />I was freaked but agreed, waiting for him to give me the cue.<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-flight-to-hell-to-kurt-cobain/
