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The Angels
I saw the footsteps of an angel
Within the deep pools of blood
No one noticed the scarlet halo
Because angels are meant to be good
No one mourned the demons
No one shed a tear
No one noticed the angels descend
Until there was nothing to feel but fear
The angels smiled as they hurt you
And laughed as our children cried
There were no demons left to save the pe...
Sunday 10th December 2017 8:52 pm
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