Doubt ‘Till The Angels Come Home


Here comes that feeling again
Fear is my best friend
The Angels say “God damn it”
But the Spirits don’t mean such trash
The fire from Hell surfaces
Filling the lonely waters of Life
How interesting these demons are
The Angels rejoice
In a World full of fear,
The Spirits don’t recede,
So I’ll seize the day
With fear threatening my yearning
Until all the Angels emerge

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