Among the Angels

When our grindstone comes into blossom, A hen's curse might kill an eagle. Maybe when hell freezes over, The snake that I see will bite. I am mortal but among the Angels Left but never forgotten Beneath the cudgel of pain Pressed under, still my soul is as right as rain I am a blessing in disguise and Invictus Bright eyed and bushy tailed Still, curses and atrocities comes knocking Trying to knock me yet I am consolidated It's alright being in dire straits I got the capacity to take the bull by the horns I am out of this world, dare send a curse I will fashion it into a blessing