When he got up in the morning that was his last one,
the sun was shining and the birds did loudly scream.
A surge of desire came over him
and skin was covered in clammy dew.
There was a gaping tear all through the vein-blue sky,
dark waters poured down on him.
An strange force rose deep within him,
and suddenly, all was clear to him,
that nothing was then as it had been yesterday.
When angels loathe
they plummet like rocks from the sky
When angels loathe
they fly as dark birds through the world
When angels loathe
they descend as a black shadow tormenting us
and revenge themselves upon
humans that have fallen just like them.
When he set out, he left everything behind,
his steps were light and free.
Benath his cloak he carried a cold, black steel,
he was smiling quietly and humming to himself.
By his hand, seven people died a switft death,
before he himself was struck down by a bullet.
Them who knew him said that it was stange,
for happier he had never been seen.
About him was the glow of an angel.
When angels loathe
they plummet like rocks from the sky
When angels loathe
they fly as dark birds through the world
When angels loathe
they descend as a black shadow tormenting us
and revenge themselves upon
humans that have fallen just like them.