It was a pretty sunny brighful day,

like every day in Heaven,

when angels, bored of their play,

started a silly game - a fight:

Which one of them

loves you the most?

The rules were simple, yet, absurd!

like all the rules of loving,

they had three earthly hours, only three,

to show how they adore you.

The one who wins

loves you the most?

Minutes passed by, nothing went on,

like all the plans too highly,

for one was giving you a kingdom,

that others were destroying.

The one who gave

loves you the most?

They fought and feathers flew away,

like through all pillow battles,

then, full of anger, they blamed you,

and your destruction wanted!

The one who hates

loves you the most?

While I was crying tears of dust,

like all the cast out angels,

I heard them and I broke all gates,

fron their cold wrath to save you!

The one who falls

loves you the most?

You saw me, wickedly you smiled,

like all the demons smiling,

For fun, you broke my wings of blue,

in fires of hell you threw me!

…the one you killed

loved you the most.