fallen angels

 Angels fell from sky so high,

Wings now broken, cannot fly.

Feathers stained a crimson red,

Memories of heaven, now dead.


Souls once pure, now touched by pain,

A bloody mark, a lasting stain.

They wander lost, in shadows deep,

Broken angels, cannot sleep.


No shining light, no gentle grace,

Just tear-streaked wounds upon each face.


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