I once dreamed of an angel
One with dark broken wings
Rotting in the pale light
it told me that its job was to **** monsters and all the bad things
But when it came closer to me I saw that it was no longer smiling
I felt the sharp pain of death take me
And I knew why it had chosen me
And I didn't blame it either
Because if that dark angel were me, I would've done the exact same thing
Here's another ****** little one to fill in the blanks of "I'll post a longer one hopefully soon, maybe, eventually"