Sequence One: Prelude To Knowledge
She comes in the form of the Devil herself
Slaying the guilty who run through each day.
With wings of fire she observes castles
Of rich men and women who live off the poor.
Indeed this angel is anything but
A hypocrite through and through to the soul –
Or does she even have one at all?
Thus, to be an angel is to act inhumane.
Immortals do not have personality traits,
And they live among us, leading with crime.
Would that then be the true way to live life?
If one killed to live, might one become a goddess…?
But this is so unacceptable, right up to the point
Where heroes can kill their enemies and be praised,
Not for gutting another man alive, no,
But for murdering a friend which society hated.
And here are the holy grounds, these bloody fields,
The angels’ home, where she bathes and eats,
Thriving off of deadened flesh and wasted lives –
Is it so precious a thing to indulge in, for once?
And why, then, is this homicidal woman so holy?
It is obviously her purpose, her sacred role.
She makes people look away and praise Death aside –
In groups the brutality of truth grows rapidly…
Sequence Two: Finale Of Untruth
This is where the winged angel flies,
High above the clouds, in a Heaven so cruel –
The way in is easy enough, you all know:
Keep away from sinning and then you soon shall.
Yet the minor character does ill deeds all day
And she is oppressed in the realm of humans.
Theologically, she will be a demon in the afterlife
If she is now an angel, at this moment, incognito.
All should bow before the Angel of Death!
Never fear her hate for life, her idealistic fashions.
Just help her along, and you will be rewarded –
Not before your execution, but by the power of God.
For He is the Creator, the vengeful, wrathful entity
Who invades all existence, made humans in his vision.
But what vision has He that is so righteous?
To kill without reason and leave the living to wonder?
The enemy should be our own imaginations.
It created all of this – religion and its beliefs,
God Himself, even this Angel of Death –
But in the end, we are really these things.
Without wings, angels walk, watching the dumb –
These geniuses sort our problems, control us with fear.
And we will continue to love the omnipotent man
Who is like these angels; one of us without morals