My Stolen Wings

MY STOLEN WINGS

Can you see my wings?
Very pretty aren’t they?
God gave them me
Well in a sense anyway
He didn’t really have much of a choice when I was done ripping them from his favoured one
Seems for someone all knowing
He has a slight weakness for pain

After all
It seems even his blood flows freely
The crimson massacre of facial scars was oh such a lovely sight
I guess not so much for him though
Still it works for me
And that makes me smile

I must say
The other angels did seem quite upset
Especially the one I took these pretty wings from
Seems she was quite partial to them
It’s kind of funny really
Now the only thing she’s partial to is a rather sturdy walking stick

My dear Beelzebub will be so proud of me
I’m sure he’ll raise a wall of flame in my honour
Fuelled no doubt by some tender young virgins and maybe an innocent infant or two
I can see it now
He may even whip me himself
Such a grand honour for sure

For now though I think I’ll just fly around a little
Maybe spy on a sordid affair for a while
Watch the man count his teeth as his wife catches him with his defiled mistress
That sounds like fun
Maybe I’ll even defile her myself

Oh yes
I do love my wings