Fallen Angel
I am a fallen angel,
Darkness is my garment,
And fury is my weapon.
I was once wreathed in light,
And I did the bidding of my master.
He sent me out on missions,
But one day I came back different
And the feeling only grew.
It became this infinite pain,
It opened this hole in my chest,
It caused me to fall from my position.
Now I’m a fallen angel,
Darkness is my garment,
And fury is my weapon.
I wander the Earth alone,
Searching for help,
I’ve called upon my master,
But His silence speaks volumes.
I’m lost inside the dark,
This brokenness takes my heart.
I am a fallen angel,
Darkness is my garment,
And fury is my weapon.
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