Death is an Angel

So we hid under the tree of immortality

And dared to eat its fruit

We already know like the gods

And now we exist like the gods

And the creator was wrathful

But we didn’t mind a challenge

So he left us with travails and pains

Banished we were from purpose

And the home beyond the clouds shut

Permanently against us

We sowed evil

Seeds from our hearts

And reaped pestilence

The clouds caked and the earth frowned at us

We played the string of years

And age ran leaving us behind

Wars meant nothing but hollow conquests

The headless crashed about

Even the heartless made centuries a home

Men danced to the painful tunes of diseases

And pain was our death

The earth groaned and drowned into vacuum

Subdued by our population

Traffic lights controlled the human gridlock

Men breathe into men’s faces

And in famine we multiplied

Walking skeletons and ancient hunters

Roaming the prison of life

Men made a feast of torture and torment

Tyrants never died and hearts were not needed

Hanging from nooses man sang sorrow

Wickedness was our currency

And tears we squeezed into bowls

From the eyes of the weak

And drank till we got drunk

It was all madness and grief in mirth

Our souls burnt in empty crypts

And men groaned into the ears of the creator

Then the heavens opened and the spirit of death

Descended upon the earth like a vulture

And there was an eruption of joy

And yet again a great noise of wailing for death was too hungry.