An appearance like swan
fragile voice of an angel
the movements like water
she grew by the name Gabriel

A child of perfection she was
her mind was still spotless
but as time passing through
she knew the times of her innocence
has come to an end of noxious

Atlas turned into a beautiful example
jealousy and hatred grew by the society
she poised herself by the war she must fight
through and through, though she knew
the end will come of herself selling her soul
one and only to satan held his hand out for her

Ask he told, are you willing
to die each and second to live
willingly rott yourself into
this demise you never meant for