open up your umbrellas, boys,
it's raining innocents again.
fallen leaves from heaven's branches
and don't we know we're the best
at shaking up the tree to tear them down.
polish up your brand new guns;
the killing fields await.
all the lost angels will be waking,
terrified of our dark world.
why not give them a proper welcome?
don't be afraid, tiny angels,
we'll be your friends.
watch your step through the wasteland;
broken hopes can be sharp.
crush each of their gossamer wings,
make sure they'll never fly again.
let them scream....it's the bird-song of our realm.
purity can be appealing
covered in it's own blood.
so pick your favorite dying star
to sculpt into your own black hole.
(the little ones will make excellent sacrifices.)
don't be timid, fragile children.
you can trust all of us.
spread the fire behind us.
it's time to cover our tracks.
the harvest was good, I think, this year.
wipe the blood from your hands
then warm them as the corpses burn.
pass around the novocaine
just in case your soul should scream.
back to the shadows with our converts.
they'll all thank us someday, you know.
see....they don't even protest their shackles.
don't worry, tiny slaves,
you'll always be free to serve us.
what's that you say?
one still struggles to fly
toward his love?
don't worry, boys.
we'll fix that soon enough.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
This one goes out to jenn, for inspiring me with her story The Forgotten Few. You rock, girl.