Tragedy is a hymn sang by angels…..they need entertainment.
Misery their ecstasy, sorrow their retribution.
Blood their wine, bones their seasoning.
They plunder and purge, carrying out God’s wrath.
All emotion erased for guilt would crush their pure heart.
The blood on their hand never dries; a ceaseless tap for they are the host of heaven.
Eradicating all in their path for they are heaven’s host.