Don't mistake the devil for a saint
When he comes posing as a Christ.
Take a knife and scratch the paint
And see through the disguise.
Let false angels wake alone
With the little horns they've grown.
Let empty promises pass by;
Bid their spider's web goodbye.
As you writhe in a cold sweat
Just keep falling like a rock,
I'm down and I have spread the net
To catch you like a hammock.
And maybe someday in return
I hope that you will mend me.
Like you I try and always yearn
But the angels broke and bent me.
Let false angels wake alone,
Taste the emptiness we've known.
I wear an opposite disguise:
An angel with devil's eyes.
13 August 2005
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