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An Angels Lament

Spread wide his wings go
until tips doth touch heaven.
Fear he follows in complete shame
destruction is his name.
Blood stained soul cries
as sword falls over heavens gate.
Admittance is his plea
forgotten he has to be.
Protection not his triamph
but waiting is his life.
Broken wings of Gods he flies
but never does he leave the ground.
Sad fantasy is he
famed love his crime.
Forever his punishment
no smile for sins
yet blame he accepts
for he is not
the fallen one.

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