The angels cry I feel it on my skin It falls as rain I know just what it means Wickedness and sin Desolate pain From the times when I've been wrong All the things I've done
The angels cry In morbid fascination Feathers and freefalling I know the reason why When the sky breaks So do I And so do they
The angels cry From whence they used to pity Now they only grieve They saw the birth of fires The watched them as they grew And swallowed us all From the times when we were broken And the truth of being hopeless
The angels cry Only hoping their teardrops from the heavens Will drown us in their mercy
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My thousandth post on HP, in less than six months no-less