Trinity Angel Part I Concrete Angel This broken girl from a broken home, left on the sidewalk all

alone, Matted hair and mascara lines, bleeding down her tear filled eyes. Never wanted and never seen, a little girl, a human being. Lost in the valleys of the aftermath, running from the home she never had, Thrust in the world and its just too bad, dazed and confused, confused and mad. But her skin glows red and her hair turns to black, And this anger that she carries, she never wanted any of that. For her heart has been broken and her mind ironed flat, And she knows no ones coming to save her from societies lash. So she kicks and she screams and she blames everything, On the life she was given and the love shes not received. But as if by fate that she stumbles, upon a small blue glowing orb, And she lifts it with a purpose, as if to see the entire world. For her mind has been cleared and her eyes begin to see, That there was a life she was given and opportunities to cease, By this fate she was driven and by every person that she hoped to be. So she takes her backpack and lifts herself from the street, And she walks through the alleys on her bare blistered feet. But her walk, is with purpose, and her mind is made up, So she drops her belongs, which are all covered in mud. And she walks through the town, where the nightmares reoccur, Passing the people shes hated and society which judged her. So she walks to the center and she claims all attention, And the masses prosecute her, like a killer or a rapist. And a child, and an orphan and this girl who is not wanted, Makes the best of her world and accepts what life shes been handed. Anthony K. Rosales

Trinity Angel Part I So she ascends to the heights, and she grabs the crowds attention, And the masses grow silent, and watch this girl whove theyve hated. And she looks and she breathes and not a person could sneeze, As this girl holds her hands up and elevates her new found reasons. And her tears have dried up, and her red fire is all but gone, And her matted black hair turns as gray as the suns dawn. And on top of the world she has truly been fulfilled, And her skin turns to stone, so that her image may be concealed. With this new concrete form, and concrete wings that she has sported, She silences the people, so not a single person could have shouted. Spanning long and spanning wide across the biblically fashioned sky, Transcending the pain and the pleasure that this world has derived. For this stone concrete symbol, complements this stone concrete world, And the eyes of the heretics can only be seen to be observed. For their sins have been modified, by a childs pure ambition, And their maturity has been slain by a young girls righteous mission. So a moment to reflect and a moment to see, This concrete girl for what she is and what her purpose could mean. By the loss of the innocence, A Concrete Angel forever more, Only in life after death is where she can truly be adored. So the world has awoken by the sight of her sacrifice, For this cruel world has been cleansed, By the Concrete Angels sacrificial light.

Anthony K. Rosales