One angel found this demon
Wandering lost, eyes closed
Pupils bloody encrusted and cold
Guided him to a seat on a cloud, they told The next angel sat before him
Wiped his face with a warm damp towel
Scabs slipped away, screams he howled
Finally came to rest with a beaten scowl The last angel looked in those eyes
And seen the demon’s sins
Where his cruelty ends and begins
And still said prayers for him