The Helpless Angel
The helpless angel,
In his helpless time.
Pictured many things,
With his own mind.
He faced different things among his own friends.
The helpless angel, have always sought for his own self.
He never fly with wings,
Created by deed,
The helpless angel heed to things,
And still he could not fly with wings.
He's good and kind,
Gentle and nice,
But, never fly with wings.
He was being played among his friends,
Insulted amidst of the best,
Just because, he could not fly with wings.
He cried to him self,
No one comes for his help.
He's blessed among all the rest,
But, he couldn't fly, like others and them.
And he went and killed himself.
The helpless angel, dies because of his friends.
He almost fly with wings, now he died...
The helpless angel, was left to himself.
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