Live in virtue, no desire

In the grave an angel’s chair

You look to heaven and wonder why

No one can see them in the sky.



Just as the clouds have gone to sleep

Angels can be seen in heaven’s keep

Alone in fear they question why

Goddamn not an angel when I die.



Angels live, they never die

Apart from us, behind the sky

They’re fading souls who’ve turned to ice

So ashen white in paradise.




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