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Mar 2015
An ugly beast he was not
Nor had he scales or tiny horns
A choir of souls sang in his grace
His grace surrounded by hells embrace

Black haired, gray eyed angel was he
with sin in his veins, commanding to ****
Lost his wings and scarred his back
Scars, boundaries between heaven and hell

He wanted it all, from power to throne
The blackness tainted his demonic fall
Beautiful angel ever created with blessed might
Was thrown away from the halls of holy light

But his pride
was not to be dejected
He wanted it all,
complete control over the living, universe, and stars

A kiss from him could steal your soul
Lips covered in ******, turmoil filled words
A being carved from lust and sin
Fused together with flawless stealth

He comes in many forms and many smiles
Until he signs a contact with your blood
As angelic as he may seem with no horns
A disguise of darkness veiled by a halo of scorn

He waits for his prey to come along
Deathly Sins, from lust to corruption
His broken soul with eternal condemnation
The same being that used to be gods favorite angel.
Flita Fernandes
Written by
Flita Fernandes  21/F/Texas
(21/F/Texas)   
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