The Angels of War, remain impartial to a fault
Amidst States, Treaties and Policy
They are there for those of faith
They blend into the crowd, when they are made in gods image
Such beautiful creatures, with a soul so pure
Appear as men, women and children alike
Though that may be,danger has no moral code
Death will feast when it desires
So not to discriminate
The Angels of War and their place in this world, is set in stone by man and god
An eternal flight for them and their wings
In a world run, by the devils puppet strings