The flames roar high Teasing heat, the devils game Chorused demons wail Fires dance without light Moonsung only light
Angels scream in songs So beautiful, such hatred, rage Fighting claw tipped wings Buffetted winds in storm I look above to see nothing but Bloodied feathers falling
This is the heaven, or maybe hell Promised from pulpits, pastered mouthes A place of torment, shattered light A place of hell in heaven's crusty, fallen shell
God looks down, a sorry state His face of sadness, little interest of late His angels, fight, die, and procreate the demons angels themselves delete No peace for or For other
Not the heaven I wanted Nor God of power He placed me here To gaze up, writhe Past hate Final revenge A soul's debate
Its not fair! Screamed from broken lips Defied His words His council His fate
I watch these feathers Bloodied, unworn float to down to me So beautiful, such a state Float to me, come down
One, slides on down Touching, brushing my face A touch of heaven Of peace, knowing He turned his face I cannot blink Cannot hate
Bound by hand and foot Taken by the beautiful And disgusting at whim Less than a battlefield trophy I stare at his face
Mine is eternal **** Bathed in fresh blood My legs spread wide I am torn deep again ravenge over and over
Forced to see His face sins of my pride, beauty, and *** He never looks my way But kills his angels Their feathers My bed