A flock of angels br is waiting for me br beating and flapping br their wings in midair br br Their job is not evil br it's only natural, and br someone has to do it br They themselves are evil br for I must grant evil a face br br They share the face br my dearest flock, br I would recognize it, if I studied it br But each one, in seperate, is br waiting for me br in eternal tearstained lonelinessbr br Jonathan Landbr br