I will not!
How dare you! says the angel.
He crashes down from the heights
shakes the disbeliever,
shakes the disbeliever’s head,
shakes him harder,
instructing, You will!
Hear me, and you hear the law.
All that rubbish inside your rotting mind.
I am your guardian. I am your fairy.
Do my will.
Such love as this is true love!
This is true love that we’re doing now,
even lovelier than it was before, all broken,
your face all mashed up.
I will not!