Piranhas In The Sky

In your world where angels fly,
there swim piranhas in that sky.
New angels born neath'holy shrouds,
the devils swim beneath their clouds.

At time of rising every noon,
new spirits rise on big balloons.
They hit the clouds and it’s too late,
the watch their hope for bliss deflate.

The children wait to grow their wings,
to taste, to feel, to be crowned kings!
Yet as they line up at the gates,
these cursed fish have picked their fates.

Your world isn't heaven,
it's hell.