The molten iron falls in tiny droplets red
The evil creature inside it must be fed
For its hunger never sates and it’s passion never wanes
It’ll run right through you like a midnight train
The crystal palace walls rise high and strong
They hold it all inside like your sense of wrong
You cannot let it out You cannot keep it in
If you do you will explode like original sin
The fire droplets fall and burn the angel down
and when she gets up she wears a terrible crown
her breath is foul and her thoughts are too
now she is evil through and through
So when the angel comes for you
here is what you must do
let the light within your shine
and rise on wings of elvish kind
My Gifted Life 