Angel of Mundane
Little lost angels fell into urban slums
Walk aimlessly with nothing, but her broken wings
She morphs herself into a granules of dust
Intangible like a vagabond and chooses to be unseen
Escaped from infinite world, she paved her own paradise
Falling and fused with the mundane, she breaks her own dream
As soon as the shield broke, her purity shone from the filthy damn cloak
The hidden sanctity shines, illuminated the dark souls
She chose the knotty part of life
Scars were the last witness to seal her true story
Somehow she relieved
Somehow it changed her destiny
Tracing every stitch on her flawed wings
Slums and filth open the other side, her humanity
She was meant to be an angel
An angel among the damned
Awakened from the slums, her wings were torn
The shield of vagabond was cracked
She paid the price in mortality
To be human, her last destiny
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