Behind closed door
The angel is born
The laughter's soar
The whole night ‘til dawn.
They see him as saint
Wearing a halo over his head
The angelic face is only a tint
Also the fetal position when he's in bed.
But when he's under the sun
Or under the moon and the stars
The sprouting of his horn is just begun
And the tail that creates scars.
His eyes glaring with so much rage
He looks older than his real age
He's like a Lion who escape from the cage
Ready to cause an extensive damage.
His Mom really thinks it's his husband blood that runs through his veins
She doesn't know it's the incubus who's always present in her dreams
His Mom offer him to the Lord to be one of His priest someday
She poured her heart to him and he's getting well day after day.
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