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Crying heaven sent from above

The death angels send you their love

Shadows weaping along her breath

breathing a frost blue,



She knows who is due

Due to the falling

Even though the strongest will end up crawling

Of all these who have been concieded

They will be the ones, whom are mistreated.



The angels will fall, in their eyes

Only for the way of human vessel demise.