there sits a seraph
upon the throne of hell
and its fellow, its polar opposite
an archangel upon heaven’s seat

few have ever seen their faces
for one would have to be mad
to wish to stare down a watchful eye
from cradle to grave

solitude visits all who seek
a place that none can go
pervasive among crowds of shrilling mouths
all desperate for a ticket to nowhere

all is useless in the eyes of an ancient professor
because a pensive seraph wishes to do no harm
humanity does not need help in destroying itself
and only the weak need a monster for a scapegoat


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