Angels In the Abyss
everywhere i turn and everywhere i twist from the east into the west...
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
in pitch blackness or on dead end roads
in pure darkness or in bottomless holes
from lambs to wolves
with force or finesse
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
surrounded by shadows and followed by forms
when mushroom cloud madness keeps coming with more
from the north to the south
when shouts turn into machine gun spits
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
when danger is driven by demons of destruction i give glory to God and His holy reconstruction
when the black smoke of sin disapates like a mist
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
in my greatest hour of need
entangled and enslaved and wrapped in wicked weeds
when sour seeds sprout into monsterous myths
everywhere i look i see angels in the abyss
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2010
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