The Horn's of a halo

God purposely send me his angel form hell for the use of conveying strategie.

The idea was to grope his firey pit for your own enlightenement.

Rage,resentment, filled my tempers highest peak of of holyness.

The warmth of your uncondtional touch reaching my pulsating heart to finally full-fill my my body's most vulnerable desire;

Leaves me laying in the clouds returning to heaven.

Nevertheless i agreed to your flowing precious wings that scouped me up from the terrible heartbreak of hell.

Until i was left once more to climb the tree of bitter anguish, I rue in sorrow.

I come to peace from suffering of your tourment.

From the great quotations of powerful methods once said i should have been more careful, i was blinded by your halo so i never noticed your horns.