The Angelic Million
Let my nights be
Defined the fifth element
To the point were Raphael's angels
Seep out through their painted skin
So many of them
Not knowing where the last one begins
As they breathe the breath of life
Once more
From the painting within
It's majestic frame
Upon the wall
As each night they proclaim
The call of the angelic million
They steal me from my sleep
And carry me away
From the moment the stars slumber
To the waking day
And cast me into Heaven's branches
Alongside where you lay
Such beautiful slumber
Taints your face
As I kiss
Your solemn lips
To see the revolting envy
Of the angelic million
And the angels see the love that we share
And become angry that I love not their beauty
And cast me back into my bed
And force the sun back to it's duty
As every day becomes my torture
To have the nervous knowledge
That I will hear them once again
The call of the angelic million
And as everynight their memories erase
As they forget their envy
Of our unknowing embrace
But every night turns into the last
And their trembling anger repeats
Not knowing how many times we've surpassed
Always awaking me to their defeat
And every night begins my torture
To have the terrified knowledge
That I will meet them once again
The coming of the angelic million.
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