The Fallen Angel
In my dream, I saw an angel, Whose smile lit up the room. As the figure walked toward me, I noticed a dagger embedded in its chest, slowly bleeding.
The angel began to cry in pain, And the suffering grew worse. Blood flooded the scene, As the angel's cries turned into desperate screams.
The pain was so unbearable, The angel didn't know what to do.
It wept uncontrollably, Tearing at its own face and clawing at its skin, blood covering its once-pure form.
Slowly, the angel began to transform, Its radiant features fading into something dark and sinister. An evil presence emerged from the torture, As the angel's innocence was consumed by the agony.
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