Elixir of liquefied malevolence,
Manifestation drowns your paradoxed spirit. Orbs of pure solar white lights try to penetrate, but darken desires engulf the sanctity of all once was a sanctuary to a blessed being.
This,This! Corrupted soul yearns for once made it a heavenly sage.
The plunge it has taken weakens the very core of all Angelic beings it once centuries ago had been.
Falling ,sentenced to be a Dammed Angel for not speaking, choosing to stay.
Wishing to return, wallowing to be a Magnificent white winged spirit once again.
But at last it will never be.