If you look closely enough
The angelic smile cracks once in a while-
A temporal tear in the flawless gossamer.
The glowing halo hovers awkwardly over the heavenly locks-
Like forcibly thrust into an inhospitable aura.
Human colors hidden behind a manufactured fairy fairness.
It longs to tear off its wings and ooze red.
If heaven were grace, it would gladly fall from it.
It just was not cut out
To be a beacon of hope
Processed out of god's own factory.