Tell me now dear brother
Iron cross around your neck
Tell me why you've stopped your walking
What could keep your faith in check?
And now, you the supposed
One-half angel loudly singing
And your feathers made of lead
Shouldn't the holy have deeper meaning?
Kindred spirit, lost as you are:
Drowning in the blood of the past
Now you'd better start your swimming
Do your best, you're sinking fast.
While I leave you now,
You'd do well to keep in mind,
Demons play the harp so sweetly
Even angels can be unkind.
---Well, this was written very very late at night...
A cookie to whomever guesses it's subject, though
even I would be hard pressed to guess it now. Anyway,
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