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Angels Heart

There is a celebration

In the aftermath of the suicide

Moving on far from here

And this cursed and ****** place

 

Taste the blood

Pouring from the angels heart

That was spilled on the ground

In pure cold blood

 

It was for you all

So you wouldn't get burned

From the aftermath of

The end of the world

 

The angels time is a waste

And so was it's life

It tried to help

But in the end got forsaken

 

And never repayed

For all it has done

The blood on the floor

Will soon be yours

 

No time to leave

No time to discard

All those sins you've done

All those times you spat in his face

 

No time for sorrys

No time to repent

It's too far late

Drink the blood from your demon now

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Written by
bruno-joseph-orsi
Canadian
Published
Aug 27, 2010
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©Bruno Joseph Orsi

August 27, 2010

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