Stuff Made of Angels and Demon

Stuff Made of Angels and Demon I am just a spirit that roams freely I grab so much waste it is filthy in mouths alone The soul burning and dripping with stench Oozing with rapid decay things do not last in my world Sharp talons of unbearable piercing grip The rust that falls from what we throw away Gushing in our streams of hate and desire Does not belong in the world of the living Shunned by goals of wealth and thieves Comes the point of no return covered in soil Then comes the light with warmth comes growth Handling stuff gently through history a glory of faith Down come white feathers that smite greed People run to grab not needs they grab wants The light burns all that grabs wants that is Stuff In and out of haste flying in between people Comes more than what they can see Protecting them from the demons that are objects Stuff that draws them in angels tugs and pulls them away