Winged Deceivers
The ones that call us are never heard
Calling on horses of wings like birds
Yelling out to call us home
Yet we ignore their vocal tone
It starts in slow and begins to grow
Goes out loud though supersonic
Their calls to us are not ironic
Call it fate or call it iconic
Answer while the chance is given
Whilst you take advantage of the life you're given
If you chose to ignore
The devil shall soon knock at your door
He rides upon a flaming horse trailing us to chose a course
Pick and choose your path today
No souls will left left astray
If you choose to live in a town of rot
The call from angels will soon be forgot
If you the call from the angels is what you choose don't be fool by their golden noose
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