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FALLEN ANGEL


How tall you seemed
To rise to the blessed sun.
You stretched forth your arms
And bared your soul
To the death of hope.
You claimed the wind
As your spiritual guide
And flew with the eddies
Of a peaceful blessing.
Your journey was not in vain
For it opened the minds
Of those thirsting for simplicity.
Where will thou'st journey end?
How do you trample
The door that leads to oblivion?
To conquer hope then
Fall upon your knees
And beg forgiveness is lucid.
Are you fated this way?
Hold on for the chariot
Of peace awaits your presence.
Deny the wretched hunger
That now disflavors your soul
And be guided back
To the blessed sun
Where you belong.


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