Running in green pastures from demons of my past

was never a pastime I enjoyed

I met angels, white and pure

unbeknownst to me that they employed

methods of torture and mental torment

I walked amongst them blind to their evil

basking in the light of angels

But each step wore me off

driving my mind to the edge of my sanity

I reached the middle

and basking in angels’ light

is Satan himself

and then I regained my sight

I saw their horns hidden within their halos                                                            

I saw red tridents hidden behind their wings  

I saw the fire burning under the pasture

Their halos broke and their wings burned

And I ran        

to save my sanity

to save my soul

Running from demons in green pastures is what I have to do to reach the angels of my future