The angels fly(give me some)

Yes I wish the lord would give me wings insted of serve me on a platter.
Throw my guilt out with my dead matter.
Great god choose an angel for me.
Some trusty beautiful entity.
For this solitude has put blades in my aorta.
Brimstone in my imagination and reality distorted.
Just throw my guilt out with the dead matter.
Show me some small vestige of hope that wont soon shatter.
Or hit me with a bus and give me better training before you send me out again in this big false game.