Angels on the Head of a Pin

Angels on the Head of a Pin

All these dancing little angels
On the head of one great pin,
Taking their broken grace
And burnt wings for a spin.
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Twirling around and around
Like a broken record player.
Where will new faith lie?
Their guess couldn't be greater.
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They spin around and around
Like a spool on a top.
Who's to say for a hope
That questions never stop?
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Faster and faster they dance,
Their minds finally spent.
No more angels to ask
What the question meant.