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One night in a graveyard of angels, i was walking;
That night i saw an angel, saw her crying, Her wings broken, torn, hurt, she was dying... Angel of such beauty, fallen from heaven's garden, I watched her soul escape in the little tears, To see here there, so deadly wounded, it was a burden; She was lost, fallen, dying, filled with fears... She was lying on a cold white marble plate, To help her i tried, but i was too late, In a pool of blood, to die, was her fate... The angel stared at me, i heard her silent cries, A pale little form in a pool of blood so red! Angel, a fragile thing with sadened eyes, In rage i cried; next one to die...was God! I took the angel in my arms, kissed, loved, held her near, Gave my warmth; words of hope i whispered in her ear, God will pay for this crime, my love...do not fear!
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