Aphid: Devil Flower: Fruits of Lunacy

As flowers on the grave of earth inferno We are all good people Dressed not in white we are Ascendants of heaven In a symbolic imaginative essence Descending angels we are Falling as rain to impure the ground And to flourish as flowers Before we wither With a scent of heavenly dew As time that gnaws on the bones of life We are the floating liquid flesh The crawling sinners we are Melting the heavens As death silences all sweet voices Renders of the clouds we are Swarming as sinners to the universal presence of the fall And to taste the fruits of lunacy Before we fall Into a devilish exercise