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Untouched, my soul is
by the fire of dark;
by the hatred others are
blessed, or cursed, rather
by their fate they’re bestowed.
With gentle hands I feel
my essence brought to the
stars, the gentle summer
In the frost demons bring
with them always.
But what makes them
demons?
Evil, impure, hatred,
liars, sinners.
I hear the angles whispers
furious bells in the clouds.
And yet I am not truthful, always,
sins I have performed.
I am an angel, feathery wings
my chains.
Locked, a prisoner, in clouds
with no means to protect.
My smile, a facade
to hide my true self.
My fate was a mistake.
I am a demon inside.




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