The Angels Now Have Kalashnikovs

The first time we fought it was against the Angels

Next time we fought it was way down there in hell

The third time in war we fought for all mankind

But that time my Lord we didn’t do so well.

Next time in battle the devil held his pitchfork high

With shield’s to protect us, for our children prepared to die

A fifth time of fighting but we have no chance

The devils are advancing mocking us with their dance.

Now we fight against the Angels who threw away mankind

We sacrifice our home and life so our future will be safe

We reach the stars and galaxies in ships that are made from gold

No one believes our battles or the stories that are told.

From pyramids to MP3’s there are challenges through our time

Yet still there is a holy war for which ignorance is the crime

So many people, so many thoughts but no one sees the answer

Not every man, woman and child can believe in ever after.

A wing is cut and a horn is burnt and bodies fall out of the sky

And caught in the middle of a religious war man sits and starts to cry

For not every angel has a wing and not every devil’s skin is red

Sometimes the biggest terror of all is the idea in your head

Time has lapsed and rivers have run of blood turned into wine

Never has there been a time in time where hope has become a crime

The Angels now have Kalashnikovs and the Devils they have a bomb

And all mankind has is a prayer looking for what went wrong?

The greatest fear on Earth today is man wiping away his brother

Of darkened skin or slanted eyes we are still from a father and mother

In time in doesn’t matter where or who you are from

As long as you are right to yourself and living with true humility

But still the Angels fight with man and the Devil will laugh out loud

“Why destroy what toys I have?” Angels are devils on a cloud

Through sands of time man has built a world of cities and towns and more

Yet the river that runs through every man has made mankind a whore

Whilst cities burn and babies die the leaders eat with pitched forks

As long as the bombs don’t get to them, as long as money cant burn

As long as the people take the brunt of religious men and their guilt

And every leader is snug at night, no conscience under their quilt.

This is a story that will carry on through time and space and more

No matter where we get the truth there will always be a door

So get out now, run while you can and escape this thing called life

For every Angel and Devils too masquerade as husband or wife.

We don’t see the miracles anymore, or the horns or the Angels wings

We only see the hatred they bring and the envy for polished things

So what I say I will say out loud and never to be said again

With so many do prophet’s in the world, it’s safer in the lion’s den.