Broken Wings

Angel with broken wings,
Falling slowly from the sky
Turning away from all things,
Falling silently, watch her die.

Angel, so beautiful, so broken
As she silently falls,
Not a word is spoken.
Falling out of heaven’s halls,
Her wings carry her no more.
‘Cause up in heaven,
She’s been called a whore.
All because she didn’t like n° seven,
They threw her down.
She’s reached earth,
There’s blood all around
Her grave of dirt.

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By LifeisDeath

I live Death...