Alas, I am a fallen angel
Server of Satan, reciever of pain.
Feathered wings dyed black with hatred.
Insanity will be recieved.
You'd never want to live as I have,
The loss of hope stings evermore.
Agony, burning of the innocent.
Loosing my way in everlasting darkness.
How do I keep my wings of freedom?
Locked down, never to fly again.
Rage, vicious, as a lions roar.
Let me out of hell.
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