Sta.sh
Sing the anthem of the angels,
let them hear your praise,
see you knelt before them,
like some common slave.
Raise your voice,
pour your soul into each word,
sell it to the greater evil.
give them your freedom,
to feel,
to think,
to be who you are,
all in exchange for one fleeting,
brush of wings.
Bow before them,
go on,
are you afraid?
Not of the Devil they speak of,
but of those Angels,
pure white wings,
tainted with the blood,
of thousands.
The ones who kept their souls,
the ones who saw,
the true faces,
of your Angels.
Of your God.
The ones,
you shall forever shun.
The free ones.
Drink the flesh and blood,
of your saviour,
indulge in that at least.
Does the taste of human flesh,
melt on your tongue,
spreading their lies?
Does His blood,
send fire coursing through your body,
the prejudice for others,
now being nurtured within you?
Sin,
you shudder from it,
we embrace it.
You see the world,
in black and White,
through the rules,
of your keepers.
We see in technicolour,
masters of our own souls.
Sing the anthem of your Angels,
let them hear no soul,
see you bruised and broken,
no better than a common slave.
Look upon them,
see the red eyes,
draining your soul,
into the dark.
Hear the Anthem for what it truly is.
Lies.
Lies by those,
who fear Death's embrace.
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This is a favourite of mine, I'll admit. Something I fee strongly on.
Feel free to draw what ever you want! I'd be thrilled to see what you come up with ^^
And btw, I agree
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Precisely ^^