Burning Papers-love poems

An Angel's Funeral

I drink from the sorrows of angels,

Breathe from the devils bloods,

Feed on each and every soul's breath,

I'm not a man but the angel of death,

Who creates from the truth lies,

and inhabits the seven skies, 

No man can bring me down, 

And I see nobody till I look down,

I'm the innocent angel that was stabbed,

I am the thunder that crashed,

and I am who I am,

but Not you,

everything but you.

And I've got two angels that note, the path I'm striving,

Papers that burn, and papers that dwell,

Others crash down like a mountain that fell,

And some that escalate to places I've never been,

Call me everything you feel like,

but my name still holds an angel.

I've got the all Mighty, who knows,

It's only him who judges me.