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An Angels Ire

It was if they were begging for destruction when they tried to cage immortal souls Silently stoking his internal fire only brought to the surface his bitter cold They were unaware of the binding of their own hands to something that was never meant to break They added links to the chain with every action that ultimately lead to the sealing of their fate Though his darkness was overwhelming they couldn't stop themselves from seeking his light His mesmerizing words just drew them deeper into an abyss darker than night They were drunk on the power of their illusions & deluded by lies they surely cast Intoxicated by the stories of who he was & the mirage of things of the past Full of regret they tried to retreat after observing their miscalculations It was too late to turn around for they had sparked his ire & tried his patience In the end it was their souls that had been lost as they stood surrounded by bitter angels The hidden dread of their private moments had them wishing they had taken a different angle

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