The angel that never left you, is you.
In knowledge you may drown,
In heavy books your nose runs deep,
And yet the angel smiles true.
Hours of sweat, years of wrinkles,
One thing is certain, the angel never left you.
In dungeons you sweep all the dust, to find gold.
At the end, you just got a full hand of beetles.
The angel always stays and watches,
He seems absent, but his grip is strong,
You just turn your back, every time he gorges,
Yet it is you he’s eating, yearlong.
You find it pleasant,
To let you atoms loose,
Just feel the yarn break free,
And pieces fall, at angels feet,
That angel, is just you.