ERCHOMAI

Fallen angels never rise,

They drown deeper and deeper into abyss unknown.

In the dusted dumpster with undifferentiated horizons.

Encircled with flames; hot and slithering.

They scream as they watch their wings burn into white flames,

Leaving behind deary dark feathers haphazardly wretched to their skins.

Their halo shatters and breaks apart into horns,

And their eyes fill with poison which taints their pearly eyes black.

They scream.

They shout.

They cry bloody tears as poison fills their veins.

Also because they know they will never rise again.

For their sins made them fall,

They’d also set them free,

From the land of honeyed lies

And impenetrable sea.

Now they shall seek revenge.

They scribble on the glass gates of heaven,

ERCHOMAI.

We are coming.