angel in hell
Angel in Hell
Amongst the shattered thy remain sculpted,
Amongst the gloom, I am blinded by thy dazzle.
Cometh dooms day, ye shall dine amongst divine,
Until the stay put and eat dust camerade.
Tremble not, for the one who winds the clock,
Has placed he blade upon thy foes shoulder.
And for their spirit awaits the eternal with a greater spear.
Beg not for mercy upon thy foes! Is thy heart so weak?
To be done shalt be done.
I see alone ye bear in thy heart the art of mercy;
A treasured gift, ah! Lost by many.
Dusking is the era of whom you have lived with regret so far,
A new era shall be upon where ye bloom amongst honesty.
When thy brute foes assail, ye still aspire
Ye honor not the eternal but thyself,
That makes me honor thy solitary.
Shall be known well amongst all,
Ye art the angel in hell...
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