Sinnerman

February 26, 2009
By Anonymous

Angels, come and walk with us,
To sin is to feel alive
To watch and wait with other ghosts,
Is merely to survive.
Like Icarus I flew too high,
And like him, I too fell,
Flaming, screaming, writhing, yelling,
Into the craters of hell,
And there, though dead, I lived again,
Or rather, lived at last,
I walked with the devil. I felt no fear.
I felt human pride and joy surpassed

Now I see the angels warring,
Sinning just to fall,
And live with damned in mortal cities.
And answer to the devils call.


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