Fallen Angel

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Those beautiful white wings traded for

Bloody, diseased scars on my back.

Those stunning robes so pure traded for

Blood and soot covered rags.

Those faces so soft traded for

Flesh burned forever burned by the sun.

Those calm smiles traded for

Uncontrollable rage and sorrow.

Those sweet eyes traded for

Dark, joyless pools of despair.

That smooth skin traded for

Rough, hot hide.

That melodious voice traded for

A cracked howl.

That gorgeous heaven traded for

A plagued earth

That pure soul traded for

Nothing.

Those beautiful white wings traded for

Bloody, diseased scars on my back.





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