An Angel and A Kill

Basking to a sunset

Walk the line and write with your own blood
Chained to the truth
Like a beast in the sky.

Assumptions force you
No you were right!
Subtelty glorified in all forms fine,
A definition you find in the thoughts you waste,
A game your mind plays and you fight!

A kill you make
Another one you see bites the dust.
Holyness worshipped!
A lie lived to the core,
One angel celebrated
A prayer said for the ache so sore.

Another happy thought flies by
Another touch you feel
Another magnification of a kill
Thoughts of a life and the God tread mile.

Angels fly high,
With wings futile,
High in heaven
Embraced by the wall of a hell such vile.

One angel celebrated
A prayer said for the ache so sore.