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ARCH ANGEL
Withered and worn Her heart cracked and torn Wings of black dust Each second of time They vanish with a shiver Her eyes deep of sorrow As dark as her soul She's shackled by rose thorns The poison of a flower This fallen angel lays waiting Black hearted soul Invisible tears track her face Stained cheeks of black The blood from her heart Writhing her hands Rocking back and forth Torn clothes from her past She falls even more Beating the earth beneath with her bare fists Close to break She trembles with insanity and sadness Her wings still remain Torn and dark Tied by rose thorns She cannot leave this pit of misery The place she thrives No more of what once was It left her behind Not willing to go on For she is, For her name is: ArchAngel
