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THE ANGEL WITH BURNT WINGS.


Defied by thine own
She chooses to fly on with burnt wings
Searching through her empty skies
There is eternal nothingness

But still she hurts so deep
Unable to love
Unable to cry
The hatred consumes her withering soul

She has a pulse
That only beats solemnly for her dying children
Her heart and lungs slow to a crawl
Tears from her face batter the empty plains

The emptiness she has created for herself
Shatters the silence so forcefully
She flies around the stars with reckless abandon
The angel with burnt wings.