Angelic furie tryst: third position

I note I see you sadly sitting
looking over and up at me;
leaving me to wonder
What it is you think you see...
Do you see an ethereal being
Made out of just pure light?
Or a creature made from darkness
out of that deep leathered night?
Perhaps you want to understand
The wondrous universe and all its ways?
Or maybe you want to change,
This into another person’s stage?
You see my glorious wings,
and wonder if I truly fly?
Perhaps you deeply wonder
if spirits ever -really- die?
You see my masked smile
and think at what secrets here reveal
Or perhaps whether God
ever really wants to truly heal?
Now let me tell you what you
really do not want to hear;
Please give me some time to
inform you of those secrets
that we hold so dear.
There is only one reason
As to why we cause you pain,
There is only one truth
Its simple and its plain.
You see, we don't want you here,
we hope you can understand,
That you're a mere mortal being,
With your own universe to command.

I wonder why you think that's odd?
Yes,I can really read your mind,
can't you tell that we are neither
obscenely cruel or unpleasantly kind?
the truth is the space you know is vast,
Filled with a thousand, billion stars;
But when you die you have to face
A smaller universe by far.
that's why we like to see you stumble
That's why we push and see you fall,
And why we don't want you to change
or be anything other than whom you are.
We want you blinded by vague beliefs,
with chains that keep you strained.
We want to stop you from moving on
To become that visionary strain;
Oh how we laugh at your silly songs,
That you sing in closed rooms all day long;
As we are constantly inwardly reinforcing
Those issues of race and sex and state
and laugh our bloody wings right off
As you fight with intolerance and hate.
We want you to blindly accept Dawkins
And wander with dear our old Percy Shelly,
Or keep your faces ever inward stuck on the Telly.
We love it when you become evangelical,
Or accept the purple purchase papal;
And we are happy that you think
that there is -or is no- purpose.
and that life is bitterness and fateful.
It fills and fuels our constant joy
To see you sitting in the gloom
and feel your arse get hard
in a stone cold empty room,
As you slowly get close to sleep
while your preachers vacuous voice
Goes boom, boom, fucking boom.
For this reinforces your empty point of view,
That there is no light,
there is no love
There is no ringing of a wedding bell
And all there is,
In this empty wrath filled fucking hell.
We want this for a very simple reason
because we are afraid of what you’ll do,
For we know just what a drop of faith
with sincerity can truly lead to.

For if you find faith,
you’ll change the world you see
And that be for all eternity.
You’ll move the mountains,
from the earth into the stars,
You’ll shape you’re inner life,
and deny us who we really are.
You’ll heal the broken hearted,
you’ll mend the empty vessels,
You’ll turn the world here
and make it so very special.
For the world you view,
is not all that you see.
And what you dream inside,
is greater than us three.
You shape your whole existence
with every thought you share
You lift yourself beyond,
what you fear to dare.
And with every step of faith
you make before me.
You free inner self
from the perception of your reality.
now, why am I telling you
this perceptive “point of view?”
Well,why..? do you think
that I would ever lie to you?
do you think
or do you doubt
that I am telling you a truth..?
You’ll never know…
You’ll never guess…
And that, for us that's fine…
no... that is success.