The angels fought like hell
To save themselves
When God fell;
We heard heaven crash
It came to be
At last –
You can’t erase history
They couldn’t cure that disease;
So when love’s labored truth
Fulfills destiny of the doomed
There’ll be no hands to hold
For selling out on our souls.
The angels finally gave
Their halos away
That hallowed day;
We saw their bridges burn
And how their conscious spurred
A sentence deserved –
They’ll never touch us again
Not even on our last breath;
So when our kingdom comes
No strength will be enough
To cool that place on fire
We thought would be denied for us.
All Rights Reserved (c) April 2017 John J Vinacci
