For A Sacraficial God

Whisper to me a story, One I have not heard, God tell me of your glory, Please speak to me your word. God: " My angel please just tell me, What you want to hear, I'm no good at telling stories, I've told you this my dear." Tell me what is true, Not what I want to hear, Tell me whats in you, God I have no fear. you kiss my lips, then pull away, "I love you," word you say. You chip you wings. For me I know, Lady of the water sings, As you come to earth below. God gave to me is all, and set foot on this here ground, for the angel he saw fall, he'll save me before I drown. My breath escapes me, My mind runs wild, and I pray thta you see, I've loved you all this while. God: " What's done is done, You are the one, So angel have no fear, I promise to stay here." Did you mean to, To say I love you, Are you truelly hear, Dont try to dry my tears. God: " My angel do not worry, With you I'm glad to stay. My sweet lover have no worrys, Right here is were we lay." But why God choose this angel? I so long to hear you answer. God: " Angel why choose this god? I dont not know for sure." You pull me close, and kiss my nose, God: " Please question it no more." Whats done is done I am your one, I'll question you know more. Me, now a Maiden sing, To him my mortal song, I question my own begining, Could everything be wrong? Everything yet nothing I fear, Everything yet nothing I hold dear, Whats done is done, And we are " the ones, my vain run with cold fear. I question the unquestionable, thinking the unthought, Is a god truly capable, Of having mortal thoughts? What about the lady, the lady of the lake? As an angel I walked on water, with god God I have new fate. Did I sacrafice my wings, for a sacrarficial God? I now fear the lakes lake, Like any mortal odd. God fell upon this earth, For an angel at thi birth. Now and man he waits, For us to meat our fate. As a maiden I must sing, A song to please my king, mortal can walk on water, Alone is the merman's daughter. ( the angel choose her fate by alowing her god to fall.) happy days and sleepless nights, truely now wingless.