WARNING:

[dukealien]

WARNING:


There's an intricacy of campaigns
going on around here.
We are only bleeps  "blips" or perhaps "pixels?"
on the screens of devils.

A third the angels
took thousands of years from us
learning to manage
their own proudest crowns:
a conglomerate of confusion.

Nosy evil angels
draw assumption as a sword,  lovely ambiguity - draw attention/draw a sword
while others
arm themselves in automation,
every measure of intoxication,  "kind" or "form" instead of "measure?"
manipulating their most powerful weapon of all:  is "of all" necessary?

silly egos made from burnt mantels
and every oh-so-common human flaw
jammed into a powerful cannon  recalls Milton's demonic artillery, also the postmodernist canon of amorality
of devastating friendly fire.

Their primary target?
The family unit,
our greatest troop of hope, the "little platoons," as Edmund Burke put it
the place from which we should find
unconditional love  an unfortunate cliche - can this line be improved?
and renewed strength.

All the while
chipping away at our outskirts,
as our braver,
worn guards
crawl the perimeter, "their" perimeter vice "the?"
seeking new recruitments
that may or may not destroy us.

Hold on fast, dear ones. is "on" necessary?
Wear the armor.
Bind and pull together,
forgive and love.

Make feasts and parties
in the foxholes
we've dug together,
blanket those lovely black sheep "clothe" vice "blanket?"
in your own softened, white fleece. "soft" instead of "softened" - or maybe not.

Play and pray, love each other
through the stripes of regret,
through the heartache of fatality. dynamite line!

It's a raging battle,
never forget your comrades. would like to see a more connected two lines here at the end... "In this raging..." or "stay mindful of your comrades" - but better

Excellent sentiments, quite well expressed but could be better.  Generic advice:  view all uses of "the" with suspicion unless asserting that this is the only one.

My adverse reaction to "unconditional love" may be anomalous, but I see perfect love as simultaneously constant and potentially judgmental:  you have to remove the beam from your own eye, but don't forget to then return and lovingly remove the mote from the beloved's.

Were you thinking of those evil angels not included in Lincoln's "better angels of our nature?"  Those who wage "social justice," perhaps?

This is quite nice; the above are suggestions only.