Fallen angel

You decended from the sky,
left your heaven behind.
You came down to earth,
to steal from mankind.

Your angelic apearence
gave hope to our minds,
little did we know,
you'd leave us more confined.

Face of porcelin,
eyes of gold.
Your delicate hands,
out for us to hold.

But upon the touch
of your body we adore,
we found out iron shackels
were all that was store.

Beaten and abused
at the foot of your bed.
There was no happiness
from the cuts that we bled.

You screamed and raved
at the morning light.
"God does not matter,
I rule the light!"

As night fall came
and the tourture was done,
We crawled back in bed,
but my work just begun.

I went out back
and I got my gun.
Stared at the revolver,
and knew this wouldn't be undone.

And I waited for the sun,
when he would come out,
Look to the sky
and his denial he would shout.

But I came up behind him,
Put the gun up to his head,
Cocked the hammer back,
and the anger in him fled.

The old man who
ruled with iron fists.
Started to cry
"Never thought you'd do this."

Filled with anger
and filled with pride.
I had nowhere to stand and
nowhere to hide.

"You are my accuser,
so look at my face!
Your reign reeks of
your greed and disgrace!

So one person has
and another has not.
How can you love
what it is you have got

when you stole it all from
the cold hands of the poor?
You lying bastard,
you know not whats in store!

I went out back
and I have my gun.
But we havent met yet.
I am your only son."