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I wear a halo that won't glow. I have scars that don't show. All the while the church is on fire. I seek solace from the Devil's ire. This body is cursed. I seek light only to be reserved. My halo doesn't shine, so lay rest to this soul of mine. They told me the ocean wasn't deep, but I felt the floor yield under feet. At the time I was grinning, all the while the sinning. Intoxicated my head was spinning. This halo shines no rays, but it did in younger days.
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
A Grey Halo
I wear a halo that won't glow. I have scars that don't show. All the while the church is on fire. I seek solace from the Devil's ire. This body is cursed. I seek light only to be reserved. My halo doesn't shine, so lay rest to this soul of mine. They told me the ocean wasn't deep, but I felt the floor yield under feet. At the time I was grinning, all the while the sinning. Intoxicated my head was spinning. This halo shines no rays, but it did in younger days.
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
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