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Jun 2020
I once was an angel but then I fell
Straight to hell and here I'll stay
Pray for me and my pride
Hide away my halo
I hold the blade and cut my wings
Demons sing at the blood ritual
Spiritual days behind me now
How I'll miss the sun
Still I hear the people's screams
Dreams were ripped away by fire
Pyres lit the evening sky
Dying in the thousands
God was angry at their lack of prayers
Fair He said, they have been told
Cold he sent me down to them
Stem my tears I tried
His word was not to be questioned so
Go to them on wings of death
Breath was held in my chest
Test my faith He did
Now I sit here in blood soaked feathers
Never was there anything sadder
Madder than a fallen angel
Hell will be my home
Written by
Adam
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