'My angel...'
By blackheart
Over zealous arrogance, twisting heads in vain, A pointless retribution for your pain! Under pressured arguments, flailing angers rise, A grave disturbance stirs... its no surprise! Wicked, evil senseless rage, Boiling all your blood, Stop the fight, and feel our plight... Don’t flood, Your gates, My angel of true faith. Passing evil burning souls, insanity breeds the dead, A foot too far out of your depth! Rising to the pleasure of beating foes to bloody red, A simple premise bled! Demon spirit, cradled hate, Breaking through your heart, Bring the calm, and feel the love... Don’t part, Your life, My angel of true face. Warm embrace deficient, declining breath with ease, A loathed depression throbbing as you weep! Slowly disappearing, before my tear full eyes, A heartfelt salutation, enough to silence all your cries? Fiendish woman cast away, Allow your soul to mend, Cast the hand, and feel so grand... Don’t bend, Your heart, My angel of true fate. Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 10:05 PM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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"Over zealous arrogance, twisting heads in vain,..."