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Jan 2016
I can't explain it, the feeling
Like an open wound that isn't healing
Until the pain creeps from the ceiling
The love a gaping hole keeps stealing

And I don't understand why
The black-winged angels can't fly
Mother nature starts to cry
As the bodies swing goodbye

The Reaper knows what to take
Pleading mercy at the stake
Don't touch me or I'll break
Standing alone in its wake
Written during gym class. My friend told me it sounds like a prophecy, hence the title.
The Emerald Outcast
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The Emerald Outcast
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