devil head on a cross.
christ, your body is heavenly,
hell, your thoughts are wild,
so they clipped your wings respectively,
caged you in when you were a child.
but your eyes fixed your fleeting feathers,
and when your feet began to fire,
christ, you ran but never weathered,
hell, you were all the evermore inspired,
you devil head on a cross.
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