STRIPPING AWAY THE FEATHERS
OF THESE ANGEL WINGS
I CARE NOT AS I AM
MELTING THE BARBS WITH A BLASPHEMOUS
MOUTH MADE OF FIRE.

THE ANGELS CRY

TEARS MADE OF GLASS
SMASHING ON THE GROUND
TURNING INTO CRYSTALLIZED SHARDS OF
PAST LIVES AND UNSPOKEN DREAMS

MY WHITE ROBES OF RIGHTEOUSNESS
TURN BLACK.
THE DEVOURING HAS COME
EYES WATCH
FROM ABOVE
FROM BELOW

I DESCEND
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