I spread my wings,
stretched on the four winds.

You may see them,
shining, blazing and divine.

But I see them,
covered in slime.

Angel-bat wings;
here and there -
a feather somewhere...

Bat wings -
holes in them;
feathers and fuzz...

A genetic experiment
society's way, to perfect,
things it doesn't get,
to understand;
soulless stand,
of vanity and fear.
Fueled by pride;
it keeps so dear,
so close, to it's
rotten heart...

Crazy, lazy & obscene;
Oh, what a wonderful scene!
- War & Death; is all you get!...