And the Angel of Mercy looked down on the past,
And staggered backward upon the heat of the blast,
Then the Monster of Jealousy whispered horrid and chill;
The Angel’s wings were stained black and forever were still.
Enough. More Later.
- James
And the Angel of Mercy looked down on the past,
And staggered backward upon the heat of the blast,
Then the Monster of Jealousy whispered horrid and chill;
The Angel’s wings were stained black and forever were still.
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