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The angels wings they burn and glow. The death to be told, it makes me mourn. Yet through the past and past the present the angels live through the heavens. The angels banned, banned to earth. For the sins I committed through love and birth. Though they walk the streets and dream of heaven. Their wings still burn, still burn with revenge. The angel fell and fell too hard. Became a demon, a demon apart. His hands they burned with ash and coal. His dreams they turned to charcoal. His face became a grotesque way. All for what, you say? For loving a human girl and now this was his fate. -Coral-vellichor (via coral-vellichor)
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