The Dark Fallen Angel of Racism By: Minister Evangelist Crystal Lashelle Lax

 

The Dark Fallen Angel of Racism

By: Minister Evangelist Crystal Lashelle Lax

Once clothed in radiant light,
Now draped in shadows and spite,
A fallen angel cast from grace,
With hatred etched upon its face.

Wings, once white, now scorched and torn,
It whispers lies into the morn.
It prowls through systems, hearts, and minds,
Sowing division of every kind.

It feeds on fear, fuels ancient hate,
Turns neighbor cold, manipulates fate.
It stands behind laws dressed as just,
While grinding the powerless into dust.

It cloaks itself in flags and pride,
While truth and justice run to hide.
It whispers, “They are not like you,”
And turns the many against the few.

But its power is not eternal flame—
For love, truth, and courage call its name.
When light is shined, it starts to cower,
Truth robs this demon of its power.

So rise, O souls who see the fight
Expose the angel veiled in night.
For though it flies with cruel disguise,
Its fall began when we opened our eyes.