Vagrant Angels

Vagrant angels of eternity
are full of cum and hot blood now.
Putrid mortals are drawing stale air
and gritting teeth
At the unfathomable mysteries
of being hopelessly lost.
Perpetually perished and renewed.
Marching in blinkers over this precipice
Dug out by murderers and sick men,
Who mass produce flesh to build
their fierce Towers of hell.
Vagrant angels!
Tearing at the skin
of this malignant affliction.
Return now to your timeless ecstasy.
Find a paradise and report on your woes.
Lets all hope
That we might unite
And destroy this virus
Before it grows.