Paradox

Children of hope drowned angels
With no soul themselves.
One foot in holy water,
The other in blood.
With a sword that swings both ways
And rattles the chains of freedom.
Chains- more radiant then most
Yet heavier than all.
Crowns melted down for scrap iron.
On pedestals of fools gold
Mended with chewing gum.
Stigmas on an atheist.
Quarrel Not-
All this world shall pass away.