The fallen angels, the risen devils
Preserve a bond by living silently
Distractions are many for humankind
The mystery is the birds and the bees
Beauty is incomplete and shadowy
Where is the farmer who plows the heart
Diving for pearls and permission for flattery
Where does it end and where does it start
Moon looks like an inflated balloon
Pluck it out of the sky like the birds
Who rule the first of the heavens
Beneath the second realm of a burning sun
The expansive curtain of the stars
Sits below His mighty throne-
A paradise few ever see
A place where no telescope goes
Putting you into a state of collapse
Is the prince of the air who
Accepts all evil sacrifices
And gives you a stiff neck