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Without restriction is the mind--
At least the one without
The set in stone view
Of something or another.

To which I find my own self:

God or not is not
That of importance
But to how we act--
To all eachother.

The Wingless Angel lives;

That he is frozen,
To the body of imperfections:
Lust and desire,
Contemplation thereof.

Impurities--the cause of guilt.

To which decisions must be made--
For nothing is without a con,
Even if the pro is outweighing;
Thus it is that none such is perfect--

To that we call The Wingless Angel.

Could it to be an eternal fault--
Damnation that is called love;
Greatest joy and worst pain--
The agony of simply wanting.

Does he love too much, too many?

To the society that is,
we are not allowed,
To love more than one.
Even if it involves no lust.

Sexuality overrated--

Why would he be God sent?
To bring joy, to be wanted,
The desire to be loved!
Eternally fully, and cannot.

The Wingless Angel in a human world.

To such decisions,
To such death of self,
Does the pit take,
The mind of logic must be.

Emotions are irrational, and logic rational?

Bound by nothing else,
Except the hope of love--
Once so perfect it made;
The world was lost then.

Fragility of the heart is apparent.

The songs sung to all,
To be alone is to be ill,
Is such the fate--
Of The Wingless Angel.

Used and used again, for pro.

We are found by him,
We are part of Him,
If you believe,
Then you must be.

Tears of the innocent give way to war.

Such is the solution--
To be in the middle of it all;
Perspectives of everyone--
Acceptance to all.

Such was the ultimate rolemodel.

Just he was,
Everything perfect,
Such eternal love
Undermined by none,
So it was.

And now he wants to be--
Yes, the next,
And shall be,
The Wingless Angel.