Needless Things: Angelic Demonic

A halo cracked with blood-red stains, Wings that rise through iron chains, Every blessing cuts like knives, Every prayer consumes our lives.

Eyes of fire, a serpent’s grin, Holy flesh wrapped round the sin, Saints and devils share one face, Heaven falls in their embrace.

Mercy burns, and shadows sing, Crowns of ash for god and king, Angelic, demonic, bound as one, Half the moon and half the sun. NNN