Angels are not blessed
Their mouths, a draw bridge, close when they try to help
Because only blessed words are allowed out
A dying man can't be told he's fine
When his lungs have twisted any oxygen left
So all the angel can do in weep
Cry for a dead man who sinned to much and can't go with them
Even the devil was an angel is spoke out
He wanted his god to love him rather then his creations
A father wouldn't throw out his child because he cried about being lonely
A father would try to care
Angels are not blessed