::hear the screams of the devil::: substitutes

One night in the graveyard of the angels, I was walking,

that night I saw an angel, saw her crying,

her wings broken, torn, hurt, she was dying.

Angel, such an beauty, fallen from the heavens garden,

I watched her soul escape in the little tears, to see her there, so deadly wounded, it was burden. She was lost, fallen, dying, filled with fears.

She was lying on the cold white marble plate, to help her I tried, but I was too late,in the pool of blood, to die, was her fate.

Angel stared at me, I heard her silent cries, pale little form on a pool of red blood, Angel, so fragile, with beautiful eyes,

in rage I cried, next who dies will be god.

I took angel on my arms, kissed, loved, held her near, gave my warmth, words of hope I whispered in her ears,

god will pay for this crime, my love, do not fear.

by SorrowMan.

Friday, November 23, 2007

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