Where The Angels Fly (To Kurt Cobain) Poem by Aram Stefanian

The angels gave me a coded message in my visionary dream:
I had to dive into the past to prevent you from pulling the trigger.
When demons blocked my way and shot me down, from pain did I scream.
I was left shot up and helpless to fight them: they sapped my vigor.
Then I heard, ''You are late. He's already blown his brains out.''
I turned around and saw a mournful angel weeping bitter tears.
He said, ''That big Harry took care of him, there is no doubt.
Artistic souls at times give in and become slaves to own fears.''
I woke up to the sound of TEEN SPIRIT ringing out in my head
And knew there was something that would neither fade nor die.
Then I begged our Father to give us this day our daily bread
Missing the far out magical land where the angels fly.