Oh angel of vengeance, so pure is thy heart,
Retribution they pledge, against evils abound,
Their talk seems to me, to be simply blather,
So I wash my hands, of those in your follow,
To your standards they just can not live.
Though you have shown only love from the start,
Their failures are all they can give.
Yet the darkness seems only to grow.
When the vile strike, where can they be found?
The answer to that I don't know.
When in fact they should raise their blades.
To spew hot air, it seems they would rather,
Than bring vengeance and earn accolades.
And their blatant hypocracies.
So obvious it is, their words are hollow,
Yet they spread them like a disease.