Aphid: Devil Flower: Fruits Of Lunacy

As flowers on the grave of earth inferno
 We are all good people
 Dressed not in white we are
 Ascendants of heaven
 In a symbolic imaginative essence
 Descending angels we are
 Falling as rain to impure the ground
 And to flourish as flowers
 Before we wither
 With a scent of heavenly dew
 
As time that gnaws on the bones of life
 We are the floating liquid flesh
 The crawling sinners we are
 Melting the heavens
 As death silences all sweet voices
 Renders of the clouds we are
 Swarming as sinners to the universal presence of the fall
 And to taste the fruits of lunacy
 Before we fall
 Into a devilish exercise