The snowglobe holding a crystal inside was the first gift received from the angels
But that was long ago, and the angels don't make the right kind of money
So a stranger has come to take their place, wearing fake smiles and
A business suit
It's just another job, another day of tearing down the angels' ancient crystalline structures, nothing personal
Why are you crying?
It's just another job, another day of meticulously erasing the angels' illuminated manuscripts
If you can't stop crying, maybe you should leave the office.
It's just another job, she announces as she pushes the snowglobe to the floor, not even taking pleasure in the destruction
Shattered glass puncturing bare feet of the children walking to class, who
Should have worn shoes