Fallen Angels
Forsaken land where Earth's tears tremble,
A place where all the world's hope crumbles.
A place where angels lose their faith,
Begin the end in this cold place.
As blood pours down their wingless backs,
Their skin is sewn, love fades to black.
Cut the ties and sew the stitches,
Nothing can help fix these glitches.
Gallows tower everywhere,
Guillotine dreams fill the air.
There's no place for these fallen angels,
They stay here and hurt unabled.
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