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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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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
The Angels Cry
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
Note 1 My thousandth post on HP, in less than six months no-less
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
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