Elixir of liquefied malevolence, Manifestation drowns your paradoxed spirit. Orbs of pure solar white lights try to penetrate, but darken desires engulf the sanctity of all once was a sanctuary to a blessed being. This,This! Corrupted soul yearns for once made it a heavenly sage. The plunge it has taken weakens the very core of all Angelic beings it once centuries ago had been. Falling ,sentenced to be a Dammed Angel for not speaking, choosing to stay. Wishing to return, wallowing to be a Magnificent white winged spirit once again. But at last it will never be.