The trumpets of Angel's

The dog that bites and growls.
A crow that is laughing.
The raven with a demon eye.
It handles my soul with no care.
For I am a king.
And also a Queen.
I fall in this deep abyss.
That is made of fire.
The trumpets of Angel's that ablaze in my ears.
The lies of the snake.
All fuel my inner rage.
My soul forever perished in these flames of desire.
This longing for peace.
This longing for love.
This longing for death.
This is the flight of a raven.
Who's motherly love will lead me to my fate.
I walk through dark fire.
Feeling no pain.
I walk through death feeling no pain as well.
I flew on the wings of the raven.
Following its sweet advice.
I heard the sound of children screaming.
The stares of a million faces.
As they stare at what a horrible creature I have become.
I followed that raven of death.
Only to be greeted by the trumpets of demons.