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have you heard the cries of angels as they plead to their kind, begging to be freed of all the myths that tie them down to brothels? systematic anchors of the dark— they scream until their throat tears apart, asking to be let out, to be led free, their body and their minds. razor-sharp agony running through their veins— is it gold or is it silver? is it even blood that runs, or mere glitter? their eyes are painted red, claws sharpened to push off the dread. they wipe away and break themselves, shouting to the blind, always being left behind. the angels of the nights— they guard and they protect, giving and resting, breaks at the harbors, washing away like they've caught rabies. maybe it's a society's flaw that they carry: plastered smiles and pearly teeth. they gnaw at the necks of the ones who made them merry. look what you've done to the divine, asking to be met with pure versions. you slid down venom through kisses, lying in the quiet stillness, making and breaking promises. haunting, taunting, daring, breaking— incredibly, they are fierce protectors of all the devotees. preached them, should have. it's too late to place gifts filled with apologies. now, if they're after your life, who shall, but you, complain? you were warned. wanted, you've become. the angels long since died— now they disguise, plotting in the depths of your despair. they'll paint you black and blue, like you did in their nightmares. deconstructed the symbolism, rage-baited all the monsters. it's the seven sins against one virtue. feral, i call upon—your turn to plead not guilty. bask in the unprovided mercy, for peace from violence lasts only long enough. soon, you shall meet the ruin— the unholy, brutal, almost forgiving, built upon the humane exorcism.
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Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 11:40 AM UTC
weaponized feral humility
have you heard the cries of angels as they plead to their kind, begging to be freed of all the myths that tie them down to brothels? systematic anchors of the dark— they scream until their throat tears apart, asking to be let out, to be led free, their body and their minds. razor-sharp agony running through their veins— is it gold or is it silver? is it even blood that runs, or mere glitter? their eyes are painted red, claws sharpened to push off the dread. they wipe away and break themselves, shouting to the blind, always being left behind. the angels of the nights— they guard and they protect, giving and resting, breaks at the harbors, washing away like they've caught rabies. maybe it's a society's flaw that they carry: plastered smiles and pearly teeth. they gnaw at the necks of the ones who made them merry. look what you've done to the divine, asking to be met with pure versions. you slid down venom through kisses, lying in the quiet stillness, making and breaking promises. haunting, taunting, daring, breaking— incredibly, they are fierce protectors of all the devotees. preached them, should have. it's too late to place gifts filled with apologies. now, if they're after your life, who shall, but you, complain? you were warned. wanted, you've become. the angels long since died— now they disguise, plotting in the depths of your despair. they'll paint you black and blue, like you did in their nightmares. deconstructed the symbolism, rage-baited all the monsters. it's the seven sins against one virtue. feral, i call upon—your turn to plead not guilty. bask in the unprovided mercy, for peace from violence lasts only long enough. soon, you shall meet the ruin— the unholy, brutal, almost forgiving, built upon the humane exorcism.
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I'm waiting for the crescent to glow the sun flowing to our moon below my tranquility when darkness falls for Luna razored will save us all the edge of bliss where It's bearable there in the still I will lay at will wait to have my destiny fulfilled then be instilled with no god's goodwill burn for loved ones I ruined using pills alive, three forevers I'll be grilled in the valley of the fallen angels and there be killed, then have my blood spilled                                                                                     justified when the wet night ascends to the skies I descend as demon with no disguise
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Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 9:29 PM UTC
The Valley of the Fallen Angels
When you are up you don't realize the pain of coming down Because the higher you are the prettier the view and the longer the fall
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Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 12:36 PM UTC
Coming Down
Focused on this tim'd delay, Never knowing what to say, Figuring out what might remain, My ****** sky became, And it spelled my name It started insane, Golden rain, Passenger train, Aquitane could be home. But, inside my brain There's a charlemagne, A superficial middle cerebral vein, Pounding and pulsating, keeping things in their lane Constantly trying to ruin my game, Crushing my whispering campaign, But between my ruffed feathers, is my vibrissae My bristl'd down, my come-in-and-stay, My soft spot just for you, "You set my heart aflame, Every part aflame, This is not a game." You say, trying my patience, pushing the timeframe Carv'd in the window frame, That premature hall of fame, is our name. All the voices and their claims, "We'll always be there, just beneath your vibrissae."
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Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 11:04 AM UTC
Vibrissae
Dark Angels It's a long way down, so grab a hold and make sure you hold on tight; This is our time to disappear and be never found under this light. Obscured from the all-seeing; hidden within our darkest souls, Are the thoughts of a dark angel, his dark angel bride And the end of all that which you call hope. Standing in these flames, I feel no pain; I feel ignited, united and saved from being saved. Let the waters fall and bury us all. With flaming swords we go to war, Without a shield to protect us; we want to fall. Words ring aloud and true and break! Our faith into pieces; we have been lured away. Lead us into temptation and bring down a notion. An army against your purity; this is our Heaven. Destroy their love with a sinister growl. Our love will die in a blaze of glory; we scowl beneath our cowls. These walls must fall, for onward steps are forever required. What chance do you have, If the deceivers are the ones who will decide? (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
Dark Angels
Large wings, Constant mischievous smirk He fell from the sky Blurred in shades of red A war between winged humans And 9 tailed foxes Bones snapping, Metal clashing, Wings flapping, Fangs baring The enemies blood Mercilessly slaughtering One another Proving their strength
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC
Power Struggle
What was it like before Before we fell Before we ended up here In this darkened place That feels like hell Can you tell me please I don't remember Maybe I shouldn't It would just add to it Was we happy Was skies blue What was it like before Before we fell
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
Before We Fell
The evil demon haunts the night Giving the world one heck of a fright They slay they slaughter They cause big fires They destroy the soul with words left unspoken The holy angel praises and sings It's beautiful voice makes rings and dings They nurture they heal They are a big deal They save the lives with words left unspoken The fallen angels are confused They feel hopeless and used They **** and they save They set free and they slave They love and hate with words left unspoken (k.b)
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
Angels. Demons, and Fallen Angels