Angel
Shooting, darting, speeding towards my hell,
The ground growing closer,
The dark closing in,
These wings of mine are broken,
This faith of mine is dead,
And I'm evermore fallen,
Fallen from this grace,
The sun no longer shines on me,
Love has been expelled,
Dreams evermore dismissed,
Since I've fallen where I fell.
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