I live where angels die
i live where angels die,
in a world frozen over,
with no one to call you own,
no friends and no lovers,
this is where they lose their feathers,
their halo's fallen to the barren ground,
the glow of the pure holy fire gone from their eyes,
this is where angels fall down,
i live here in this hopeless world,
where the angels die,
forever to rot in this place,
forever where their bodies lie.
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