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Angelic Mutiny

Angel rose and angel fell
She had Heaven but chose Hell

Thunder came and thunder crashed
Angel fell and wings were bashed

And with her blackened wings that bleed
She gets what she wants and takes what she needs

Beautiful and deadly calm
Angel slit her bone-white palm

It was then she began to doubt
But ‘twas to late to back out

So with blackened wings and bleeding hand
She conquered sky and stole the land.



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