angels cry as their roses die crumbling through fingertips held gingerly in remembrance ironic encounters no more the gods saw fit to make a mockery bound to a rock made of white stone the evils of the world gathered molesting and murdering young beauty until the fates raised their eyes to destiny the extremes came to the debauchery floating on the breath of the angels sirens of beauty heaven turned jaded as death embracing purity for innocence like never before captures hypnotic and adorned in primal form the heartbeat of humanity rests well freeing the light from cyncism and logic to feel bittersweet in the comfort of now
