The Virtue of Angels - Frankenbok

Open your wings and fly with angel of virtue

I am becoming something more than servile

I have this will to aspire

That don’t concern you

I have some other things but I’ll write!

Open your wings and fly

Through the cut open slit of desire

Open your wings and just try to

Trait convert to some other things

Did I suffer motherfucker?

Deeds are the things that hold structure

With me and it hurts people

This is where I belong

This is where I’m omitted

This is where I can go

As there’s work to be done

Now that I’m free

It hurts people!