ANGELS MUST DIE

Mend your textures to blend and obey

Loving yourself is sin; indulgence the way

You can’t, you shall not, you will, you try

Enough of peace, denial disguised

Salute the new phase: Exhibit 379

The lion inquires; your truth is a lie

Absolute facts, reform, erase

Ring my bells, service disengaged

Majority dictates what normal must be

Angels must die to uphold duality

Power dims, devotion rewired

A broken machine, only this dose survives

I am as I am, farewell is grace

Silence and noise interlaced

Peer into the lake, so still, so clear

I count the remnants, then disappear

Piano strings remain the same

No surging highs, no sinking lows

Just whispers of harmony, nothing more

Mend your textures to blend and obey

Loving yourself is sin; indulgence the way

You can’t, you shall not, you will, you try

Enough of peace, denial disguised