Fallen Angels

A dark write about falling angels

　

The prince of the power of the air

Doesn't even really seem to care

Lucifer was in heaven once

A shining light to his domain

The he let his pride get in the way

Was thrown out of heaven

Taking one third of the angels with him

Spreading there disease of evil & hate

Not a cause for faith only evil

Many today are being caught in the middle playing second fiddle

There eyes are being blinded by Satan

Eyes with tombstones in there head

It's the walking dead face full of lead

They come to kill, steal & destroy

This is their chief aim & ploy

They disguise themselves as angels of light

Blackened stench of caged fury in the night

There is no escape for them my friend

A miserable lot of sin with long viscous fangs

That bite dripping blood off side

They long to run away & hide

From the true light cause they love the darkness

Many follow after their plan

Instead of ever trusting in the master plan