The future,
oh glorious angel
Oh fiendish devil
What do you have to offer
You are beyond the fog of time
You turn the mind to soup
Such a simple concept
Yet one so ominous
What about you is known?
Are those appendeges that change
That morph and flutter
Angel or devil wings
Those, growths on the head
A halo or horns
The fog forbids
The fog obscures
The fog distorts
It drives one crazy
Seeing angels and devils
In the same being
At the same time
The oveload
Bre aks
Me
Rather than meet the end
I'll make my own
As my own devil
The devil of now