Angels Song
Songs of death,
foaming at the mouth,
that speaketh empty,
thoughts poored from the mind.
Crawling from numbness,
from controling destinys,
intertwining whispers,
inside the angels fallen song.
The notes bouncing,
echoing as screams,
vibrating the cabins,
thats home to all secrets.
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