47 Angel Kings
47 angel kings standing on a hill,
The death they bring holds sweet relief,
Longing for some inner thrill,
And ending in unrepentant grief.
47 angel kings rolling down the side,
Finding the ground they trudge,
Trying for a war against the tide,
Living forever with that grudge.
47 angel kings lying on their back,
Facing the endless night they make,
Shrouding all they see in black,
And searching for a little more to take.
47 angel kings slaves to the will of man,
Living to fulfill his lust for blood,
Shedding the skins in their span,
Then the onslaught of that flood.
47 angel kings living to see life end,
Finding peace only in madness,
Searching around every corner, over every bend,
To drench this world in infinite sadness.
47 angel kings will they ever stop,
Can they leave the world in peace,
Will they go out still on top,
Can all the pain they rain cease
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