when angels snarl
Place and order
A friend of mine once barked at me
Good and evil were the same
Both different sides of the same coin
Just illusions of reactionary game
I didn’t believe his view distilled
Distinction gives all place and order
Angels sing and demons snarl
Not the other way round, in order
But lately I’ve seen some things
Turned my skull around to see clear
Things I thought not possible
Demons shedding tears
(2013)
Occam's razor is sometimes blunt
