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The tears of blood that I shed

Will save you from becoming dead

I slowly want to shed

My black feathers that feel like lead

Yes I am something that is very high

I am something that won't let you die

I shall protect you from that lie

That broke your spirit from on high

As I cry these tears

I shall erase all your fears

Divinity of the Dark

Divinity of the Light

I pray for thee

To let this spirit take flight

As I see a simple smile

All I can hope for is it to last awhile

Can you guess what I am

I am not a simple man

Please just give me your hand

"Guardian," you cry,

"Please don't let my spirit die."

I reply," That is for those on high

to decide your fate."

Then she was sent to assimilate

Alas she knows I am not a man

That is what I left for her on the clock's hand