They said he made light and angels
They said he made some magic garden
So why do some angels live in hell?
They have clay skin and healing hands...

And no-one thanks them

But they keep helping
They receive no reward
Except pain
The pain feels like they stand in flames

And even in the smoke
He sits on his throne
No thank you, not pat on the back
Until the angels wither
And become black ash on the ground

Once upon a time
There were four pillars that held the Earth
Sea creatures, creatures with legs
Winged creatures roamed the dense green

Then in the middle of the green
Clay bubbled amongst the rocks
First was the man then came the woman
Left to their devices they cursed the green

All creatures were subjected to sin
Children of the man and woman came forth
Destruction, chaos, and holy wars were fought
Man's greed caused the great earthquakes
Which shook the pillars till they became rubble

Left the world in despair and unrecognisable
Left the world to fall
Fall
Fall...

Then once upon a time
There were four mounds that held the Earth
Sea creatures, creatures with legs
Winged creatures roamed the dense green
And all was perfect again.