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Laws of the Seven

As we sit under burning stars
We can't help but to wonder
How it would be to watch from the clouds
At the many lower ones
Constantly crawling on the ground

Seraphim flying high above
Full of their righteous fury
Stare with distaste at humanity
As we struggle through the day
To give our meager lives meaning

We will tear the wings from the angels
So they can fall from heaven
Into the hands of a broken stranger
And live by the laws of the Seven

Would they sneer if they were broken
Left to live on table scraps?
Their winter wine with a taste of piss,
All that's left to keep them warm
As they struggle through this world's shit

At last we could look down on them
As they look for some guidance
Would you just sneer or offer a hand
To those whom looked down on you?
Would they see through eyes of the damned?

We will tear the wings from the angels
So they can fall from heaven
Into the hands of a broken stranger
And live by the laws of the Seven

We all started
As something else
With feathered wings
His favored children
Left all alone
Suffering
The scorpion's sting
To abide by rules
To return home
Of embracing heaven
Now those preferred
Face judgment
As they face
The rules of the Seven

Will they even learn humility
When faced with mortality?
Look into shattered mirrors to see
What it means to be human
Will they still fight on
Or swing from the trees?

We will tear the wings from the angels
So they can fall from heaven
Into the hands of a broken stranger
And live by the laws of the Seven