Termination bliss

Here she comes down,
As her wings get nailed to the ground
Polaroid of shame
The last angel's pathetic fame

The face of deceit with nails in her feet
She's a preacher deprived from her voice
punctured lung is creating noise

The cry that she made
Was the cry of a dying child
The revocation if empathy
The sound from a million
Dreams and scars
Terminator Bliss

Blessed under a lie, Her last little weak "why?"
The bloody end of a dream
Slit the throat and taste the cream

She wears her crown
On a head that's bowed deep down
dying picture of lies
tortured saint fed to the flies