Fallen Angels
The blood rains down this gloomy day
The angel whispers upon my face
Her halo crumbled to the fiery pits
below The heavens rumbled and
screamed as the devil arose
He grasped her wings she wimpered
and cried knowing that hell was
coming alive The tears streamed down her
face as she fell from grace never to return
her wings would surely burn.
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