Pacifist conquest, how I respect thy angel fall, for you've made clothes thy home, and gifts thy god?
Bleaque futures I see up ahead, where the living meet the dead, and trust me! They do strange things!!!
I feel thy sting queen of 2000's!!! For thou were knitted into demonous skies as me,
Set me free!! Arch arked angel, for thy brightness had gone unspangled long ago to sick minded men,
Wilt thou let me in? Where doth thine house of love rescind?