It's a terrible thing
When angels fall in love
It's such a quiet suicide
Ignorance entangled in bliss
Death comes creeping in
Casualty of causality
And blood keeps falling
You can't challenge memories
Or dare to hold onto futures
That are vanishing before you
You have to hope
That you'll take a hold
Of something someday
And that you'll learn the words
To your life's secret song
Hymns sung only inside
Of your own hopes and failures
Arias of despair and
Dirges filled with joy
The roses will die
And people will be reborn
In thoughts and words
In dirt and oxygen
Dreaming for days
And falling at night
With a shotgun in your hand
And a black snake on your mind
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