Dead angels are our friends

May the demons smile again

And may our virtue be superior

Judge and jury, who's to blame

And in the end it's all the same

Rusty ruins with gold exterior

Like quivers hung from clods of grey

You're getting yourself in our way

I turn the other cheek another day

yourself
unseen
superior
stillborn
stands
sound
virtue
shall
paradise
wings
whipping
other
miracles
million
judge
white
cherubs
years
blame
parasites
friends
break
cheek
psalms
hollow
bleeding
calling
another
smile
getting
again
angels
quivers
before
ruins
clods
degrees
equinox
exodus
holes
exterior
rusty
demons
falling
folklore

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