Afterlife

[Semicircle]

I shot an angel yesterday,
clipping its wings,
so it couldn’t leave.


That angel was mine,
it came back
after I died,
to take me back with it.


I keep it in my shed,
to remind me it’s there,
things have changed 
since it returned.


It taught me about you,
and all the things
we are about to do
together.


I’ve been shooting down angels
from the moment I was alive
to the day I died;
god killed me on the battlefield
fighting his angels.


I don’t want to shoot any more angels,
I want to take those clipped wings
and fly away,
but god doesn’t want me.


All I want is you now–
give me everything that
you have.