Shooting down like a Lilac bullet, commencing directly into a cloud so close to Earth it was still falling,

Earth bound angel, with that silver wash less scythe, crying with lilies and forsythia bushelling,

Near lead, monster white wings, with love carved in bloody sockets,

Shout your words and sing my darling, I fancy the chorus of a war in full acrimony,

Rebellious rose that roars in oppression

I feel your anguish through stained windows

Depicting the shuttering clouds the heavenly horde resides upon,

Do what you must, but there will be no escape from the winged gowned lovelies,

White as god and hollow as the O in his name, the center of the universe is empty and full,

Lucky for you his voice falls too, no more existence as a violent violet pansy, he let you go…

Shaped like a tear drop from your angered eye, the world is not ready for the truth, my love…