Angel Soul (In Memory Of Sharon Tate) Poem by Aram Stefanian

Where can your angel soul find its last shelter?
You ain't no survivor of the Helter Skelter.
Your unborn baby floating in a dark pool,
While angels and sinners are under the same rule.
We all are the innocent victims of a bloodbath,
And were led by blind faith up the garden path.
The dissolute life is gonna make us bite the dust.
Death seems a big game hunter with unquenchable lust.
Don't knock on heaven's door, it's on a safety lock.
There's no way out, coz we're still on the chopping block.