Dark Angel
Born under a bloody regime
witnessing the worst of crimes
as a child, my people dying
memories, forever last
Rising from the meadows of my suffering
they say my halo is dark
they think of me as an Angel
an Angel of Revenge!
Copyright © Seth C Mongrut | Year Posted 2012
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