I creep through the open window
I need the silence
To maintain my shattered point of view
They do not seem to feel me
In their wicked limbo
So soft and violent
Commensurate platitudes of clemency
I see it all!
Exposed and infiltrated
I peer through a crack in the wall
They never dreamt a mortal being
Could feed among them
The calculus of heaven
Forbids the eyes of men to behold
But I see it clearly
I watch the GRIGORI
I'm witness to forgotten schemes
I feel their touch upon my skin
The musings of created minds
Such perfect sin
Flowing free among them
They do not seem to know me
Cherubic infiltration, I am a mote in God's eye
I have descended through an age of time yet to come
And witnessed things t'were never meant to be
Shifting my point of view
Through scathing angles
With brazen temerity
I've been recording angels
Thy will be done
Courting holy denizens
Glowing garments fall away
Exposed, consumed, and intermingled
I cannot look away!
A final conflagration of calculating Numbers
I watch the Watchers as they sleep
And dream beatific dreams
A fault between the Powers has opened in me
Something I should have never gleaned
From gnostic fabrications
Infatuated by the lure of
Sensual fables
With virginal clarity
I've been recording angels
Shifting my point of view
Through scathing angles
With brazen temerity
I've been recording angels