Angelic angels
People who spell danger with the tip of their tongue, heavily strung out
The sky falls hard, atop us all, resurrections are dastardly
Multi-coloured, life-altering bastards
A golden placard right there in their name, solemn and astute, secretely insane
The winners are the ones we never get to see, tied to a tree and raped
For Christ sake, where have all of the real heroes gone
Underground yet waiting in arms, painstakingly, forever strong
We took the wrong path altogether, ratting each other out in the end
Seems nothing in this world is heaven-sent
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