skin is ripped through, eyes forlorn,
body crumpled on the floor,
life is fading; breathe no more.
Heaven’s sadness, evil’s mirth,
angel falling to the Earth.
Fallen angel, tender tears,
woeful whimpers, painful fears.
Life is taken, balance tipped,
evil winning, love is ripped.
Heaven’s laws are taken down,
good is burning to the ground.
Killing, fighting, needless hate,
worldly wars that won’t abate.
Heading to Hell with a basket of flowers,
we’ll likely arrive in a couple of hours.
die,
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