SECOND FALLING

so easy it is to grow the fur, child

how many times must you sell your soul before getting it right?

no longer an adolescent making new mistakes

for a fleeting glipse of Heaven

where guardian angels fear to follow

racing towards that state of mind you've seen one time before

Anarchy’s about to shift into overdrive

though surely by now you’ve learned to handle the Speed?

see the winged gargoyle escorts darkening the skies

salute them like SS soldiers, secret agent as they fly by

fifteen miles behind enemy lines

definition of the word alone

the principles of rightiousness stand at a distance

still ready to defend you

though make haste shifting into reverse

for soon comes Judgement Day

till then

pay no heed to the evil mirage growing on the horizon

no, nothing much to get worried about…

…it's only the gates of Hell

© 1986 Chris Sorrenti