I've battled with death
It's the same fight with you
Sworn to me sacredly
All that now is untrue

Give to me
All falsehoods
In your sweet skull
I give
I'm vulnerable
You're in control

Sweet angel of pain
You've won again
I keep praying for rain
To quench your season's rage

I hope your god'll forgive me
For pissing on his side of heaven
I did not mean to slit
The throats of the seraphim
But, you wailed like an angel
Away from grace
I dreamt i was Michael
With a mighty blade
Which i slung to abandon
You, the beast of deception
But, in my confusion
Only good souls were slain

Sweet angel of pain
You've won again
I keep praying for rain
To quench your season's rage
© Michael Paul Reed