The angels swoop down from heaven, with arrows that peel caps back,
super charged wings on their backs, and eyes that see through rat
traps, undetectable minds, so you cant read the thoughts that, bid
fair wells from long ways, and make you want the past back...
The beast moves forward slowly as he searches for his next meal, growling
something serious, controlled and fueled by his will, he spits and hits
his prey an innocent puppy's what he kills, the mom is to far away to see,
but i bet she feels...
The angels and beasts are controlled to do what we say, The way we use
em's on us, but only during d-day, so replay, the current events of
mankind ways for days, and you'll find that the cause was cause us, but
when do we pay
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