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Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel

Tags: thinking, rune

I have to make my stay worth my time...

Face raised up to heaven, 
Anguish in her heart. 
She has to content herself 
Looking up to heaven above.
For she is now a fallen angel
Where any place will be hell.

As she bows down her head, 
Tears fall from her eyes. 
She is fallen, her black wings 
Are the proof for that. 
As black as the raven crow 
With tarnish dark soul. 

She is a fallen angel now.
She shakes her head as her 
Wings hide inside her back.
She opens her bag
Reaching out for her
Red lipstick.

"I have to be beautiful fighting evil in here."


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