The angels hum an ancient melody,
To them an ode, to us an elegy,
Carelessly bathing in the demise of their kind,
Blood and water are the same to the blind.
"ππ π ππππ‘ π‘βπ π π‘ππ
πΉππππ‘π’πππ π‘βπ πΈπππ‘β
ππ’π π‘πππ βππ ππππ
πβ, π€βππ‘ βππ£π π€π ππππ?" - πΏππππ πβπππ