Cherubim

Heaven sent chosen few slip through the cracks out of the 
house of bondage unleash all these unloved upon the hearts 
of the wicked the four angels hold
the four winds
as the seven trumpets sound existence sustained on hatred 
fervoring clamoring rising augmented drunk with the blood 
of the martyrs innocence died at birth anguish of the 
guilty hidden
in corners lost cornered in the dephts of your mind hunched
 in the shadows of your conscience the four bloodstained 
walls that surround it cannot silence the screams of your 
guilt bow now you
infidel and as you lose your faith you lose your life