He didn't believe his whole life
but now he kneels down and pleads
that some forgiving soul may find him
gripped in the icy hand of fear
his face pale and grey
with a single salty tear

He suddenly bellows to the mocking darkness
wracked in a shuddering fit of fright
while glowing angels swoop in and surround him
cooing
and singing songs of the night

They watch him descend to his own fiery hell
burning and twisting
and writhing in pain
Screaming for mercy
Crying for pity
Clutching his body, bloody and lame

They muse at the way he rolls his eyes
unable to shut his lids for the torture
and they sing in harmony to his shrieks and yells

One even daring to hold the man in his arms
and slow dance about the ground where he fell

Bored and tired
the angles depart
pondering the source of the woeful man's grief
looking back down on the pitiful creature
now a smouldering pile of remorse on the heath.