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Coated with blood that rains down from the sky

As the angels with separated wings felt down to earth

Wings and bodies are lying dispersed

On the new builded cemetary

Signs of the battle against the enemy

In his hand the swords that put through the serration

Some suriving angels sream for help

But their god is gone

The demand to let their screams hush

Posses him more and more

Striking out with the sword to separate angels

Head and torso

Blood flows out of the torso

He takes it with his hand to booze from it

Inhaling the musty smell of the ruin

Gutting the torso to introduce pegs into it

The seperated head is inserted with rammed wings

Into the eye socket

This is a sculpture of blight and hatred

A sign for the posterity but not as caveat

Just to stroke the hate