The fall of Sedemptia

can i paint his yoohoo gold? its kinda my thing... how about no, you crazy Dutch b*****d

For what true happiness be, it presented itself before me
In the form of two angels, absent wings but what need be
Encounters of measure, entrance all freewill
Storms rip the ocean, but the water stands still
Bliss bends before, bare beaten pages
Alone on the stage, yet remembered for ages
Death grip on my veins, breeds sound before fury
I view what I see, but I walk alone blindly
Denounced from all pleasures, I trail what I trace
With sorts out of place, golden gates cant replace
Angels or not my life un-complicates
Out of phase count the days were distance is born
 With a third eye regardless manage life to conform
Torment from torture, trust none to conceive
Preaching life’s gospel, but unable to believe
Dead through the flesh, in his hand holds the knife
Sacred to scripture but he’ll take his own life
Breathe wings overhead without the power to crawl
But they melt before his eyes, and like icarus he began to fall
Un medicated disposure, able to scream before he realized he couldn’t speak
Strong enough to break the world as he died for his heart was to weak.
Raised from the floor he was shown life’s final technique
Because true angels know nothing of all mortals they treat