Touch from  the angels
Gripped by God
Devil always talking
"You'll never have Enough".
Demons they spit
The angels silent tonight
God whispers and say
"Trust in me threw the Fight".
I ******* own blood
It flows from the bite
Death just looks like
" I'll be back alright?"
Fainting...
One blink gone
Breath in...
I can see my bones.
Get up!
I find the strength to roll.
My heart sings a sweet Hyme for my soul..!

From glory to glory they will go...

**Chuckles