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The Angel
His wings blackened, his crown shattered.
Darkness he was cast into, nothing mattered.
Higher than Michael, God’s right hand.
Choking in the darkness, wrapped around his throat like a band.
His white suit poisoned to black.
There is no going back.
Burnt to hatred by the fires of Hell.
For him no death bell shall knell.
Trapped in a place and believed to be sin.
Vowing to take his crown back again.
But for now he shall wait.
And change the course… of Fate.
Darkness he was cast into, nothing mattered.
Higher than Michael, God’s right hand.
Choking in the darkness, wrapped around his throat like a band.
His white suit poisoned to black.
There is no going back.
Burnt to hatred by the fires of Hell.
For him no death bell shall knell.
Trapped in a place and believed to be sin.
Vowing to take his crown back again.
But for now he shall wait.
And change the course… of Fate.
Published 28th Mar 2013
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