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Opening of the gates; Infernal paradise
The light sheds so painfully upon me
I shield my eyes so I can see
I stumble blindly through the gates
My guardian sword drawn
I can see again
I see something so beautiful
Something like a paradise
Where everything blossoms in glee
Where everything lives free
My unsettled mind started to calm
Though still aware, I walk on
This is too good to be true
This cannot be right
But it holds through my doubts
I can breath fresh air
No blood runs here
I rest beneath the shade of the beating light
Such a delicate little place
I see no other souls
Perhaps I was deserving of such blissful solitude
In a distance, I can see movement
As it approaches me fast, I brace myself for the worst
This was indeed too good to be true
I am confronted by an oddity
She looks at me with a blank look
She examines me closely
She looks so familiar
I back away, suspicious
She moves towards me, curious
She smiles so gracefully
Her wings are broken
Her hair is dark
And her eyes are blank
I cannot read her
I cannot speak
I cannot not breath now
I now feel weak
She touches me gently
As I tense up
She touches my sword
I watch as she steps back
Darkness starts to fall
Flames rise from the ground as it starts to break
My sword is gone
And my guardian now awake
Reborn into this shell of an angel
I was purely for deliverance
I shield my eyes so I can see
I stumble blindly through the gates
My guardian sword drawn
I can see again
I see something so beautiful
Something like a paradise
Where everything blossoms in glee
Where everything lives free
My unsettled mind started to calm
Though still aware, I walk on
This is too good to be true
This cannot be right
But it holds through my doubts
I can breath fresh air
No blood runs here
I rest beneath the shade of the beating light
Such a delicate little place
I see no other souls
Perhaps I was deserving of such blissful solitude
In a distance, I can see movement
As it approaches me fast, I brace myself for the worst
This was indeed too good to be true
I am confronted by an oddity
She looks at me with a blank look
She examines me closely
She looks so familiar
I back away, suspicious
She moves towards me, curious
She smiles so gracefully
Her wings are broken
Her hair is dark
And her eyes are blank
I cannot read her
I cannot speak
I cannot not breath now
I now feel weak
She touches me gently
As I tense up
She touches my sword
I watch as she steps back
Darkness starts to fall
Flames rise from the ground as it starts to break
My sword is gone
And my guardian now awake
Reborn into this shell of an angel
I was purely for deliverance
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