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Hypocrite

Time and time again
you have called yourself this:
Demon, you say, demon.

And I laugh at such obscurity
I laugh at such a title.
For, as my memory recalls, I bent my halo and cast it down,
tore my white-stained dress upon the ground,
but left my wings to fly with you
underneath Earth' crust.

You call yourself a demon,
you call yourself--what in heaven's
name does that make me?
Fallen Angel, fallen angel,
fallen...





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