Poacher's Pride

I should have set it free,but I let it bleed
Made it into taxidermy,hung it on my wall
I shot an angel,kept it in my backyard
hung it out to dry on the clothing line
Pinned above my bed like the cross
of jesus christ on my wall
And I know one day hell will catch up with me
And I'm sure that I will burn eternally
One day it will come to claim its pound of flesh
When it's done,there won't be anything left
I shot an angel,dragged it to my basement
Starved it till it died and I did not cry
Sickness of poacher's pride