Singing Soft Angel Blue

The saxophone played into the night

Singing soft angel blue

The sky light was flickering off and on

A God's riddled switch of the people's demise

The rest of them knew what to do

With raised hands and arms in the heavens

They closed their eyes, they submit

To the violent fit, of a storm with no end

A pessimistic thought, as the red surrounds

Their eyes of yellow and grim

Their hands of claws to cut and trim

And the saxophone played into that good blue night

And the sky changed from blue to black back to dead purple

Beaten wounds, and surely they'd make it

Raise their hands high, leave it open

The saxophone plays tonight, a choir of the forsaken

Children of the ash, how they rose

Children of the sky, can you fall to save them in time?

So one by one, burn those feathered wings

Please save us, they shout to the good Lord

From the depths they rose, children of ash

Feathered sons, Icarus come to them at last

They raise their hands and grabbed taloned feet

Flying up high, leaving their blood behind

The eyes of yellow and grim, looked up yonder

And sitting upon a cloud, a bloated man that appeared beast

"What is this that I see? What is this trickery?"

They snarled and roared, turned their heads and devoured the remains

Of feathered sons and abandoned men

And as surely as the sun must set

As surely as all storms must go

As surely as all waves have their breaking point

So it was, the sky fell to the ground

For an instant a beauty to be seen

And this, it gladden the fiends

"Hurrah!" They shouted

Till they clutched their chests and said

We tried our best

They raised their hands to what was the sky

Bleeding from their mouths they cried

"Please save us, good Lord"

And with a nod of forgiveness, the beast-man gave

With voice he replied, "I have forgiven your actions"

"But I have not forgotten your deeds."

Then there was nothing

Nothing at all

Just the dead rotting

The fiends clawing, dying slowly

In horrible ways, burned alive

Purified

Broken and trodded down

Though they praised, one by one

Soul gone, thought gone

Sleeping in an Athiest dream