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feather wings crack, covered in sin. halos twist their way into horns. the light, once warm now burns skin. through my cruelty and hands covered in violence i try to remember how the wrath of the devil was also given him by god.
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Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 10:27 PM UTC
the fallen angel
feather wings crack, covered in sin. halos twist their way into horns. the light, once warm now burns skin. through my cruelty and hands covered in violence i try to remember how the wrath of the devil was also given him by god.
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Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 10:27 PM UTC
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