Angels are such boring Prey

they hang around these gates all day

expressly charged to turn away

all who don’t do just as they say

 

But I am fallen and have no fear

of any souls that enter here

I bear the wings of lesser gods

who grant such things as they cannot

 

For I am free to choose my flight

whatever’s wrong whatever’s right

my Talons pluck their eyes of sight

that they might dwell in endless night

 

I roar and swoop to great applause

and soar above our masters floors

and all this too it could be yours

exchange these gates for open doors