Longing for the kiss of bitter reality,
Much of bare humane nature has been deprived of mentality.
Though the holy reputation,
The Anglican halls fill with the souls of the unwanted and unloved.
Much atonement to be done,
All in the name of Himself.
Said a few prayers amidst this deadly nightshade,
filled with poison,
But blessed with beauty and rage.
Shaking the wings of their terrible youth,
we strayed from the heavens above.
Mistaking pain for love,
masochists,
with the love for such *******,
all alone in our dark paradise.
Whilst we knew that the “happy ending” that love promised
is likely to never be fulfilled,
We went in search of the rich wine that intoxicates us,
the empty pitcher.
After searching for our angel for decades, we finally
stumbled upon him,
He helped us to unfurl our wings and guided us, the devils,
to soar high into the heavens in ourselves,
Constantly reminding us,
that the devil,
was once an angel too.
