Thieves in the night

 those who linger from the skies

angels of old who

bathe in both truth and lies

their eyes that freeze the soul

that steal the air and sound

in midnight lights 

and sights words fumble with

their chariots are the same 

that forgotten gods crashed

into the earth

the same that gave birth

to heavenly ascensions

and countless faces never found

after being printed on milk cartons

the stolen lives and celestial bribes

that crowns have banked

to say who exactly gets into heaven

heaven, they may name it

yet fires burn there in dark skies

these fires that know not no

will accept only their bidding

these wingless gods who fly

surely they know what's best

let time be the blade to their throats

let that be the test