A little angel crawls
Fallen from heaven down here
And in pain it curses its Lord
For burning away its life
And burning away its will
For burning away those little wings
That the lord of ghosts had willed.
The fallen angel is cursed
To burn till eternity
And in his heat shall die, men,
And their kingdoms and their luxuries.
Dark with pain
And dark in gloom
The angel shall repent
Till the day of doom
And the heavens can only but see not cry
The fate of the one
Who but to lay a questioning eye.
The Lord of the ghosts is merciful
In pity, he looks beyond
But for the world he is silent
For in silence, he sees not chaos.
The little angel
Is now anguished
Both through his bones
And through his heart
He, in anger and spite cries
He shall make
The Lord's order die.
The new citizens of the new kingdom
Are men ensnared in little props.
And while the serpent's task has been done
The men are by nature in its lair.
The angel cries,
His wings are charred
The skies not even in pity
Shed rains
The clouds and the beings atop
To my angel,
They seem the same.
There was a war, he remembers
And the war was for submission and will.
And through corruption shall the men be doomed
Through corruption, he'll breed ill.
The men quickly fell to craze
And the war was won
In the night
Neither the sun
Nor the moon dared
To look
At that bewildering sight.
The Lord saw not hope but in man one
And he ordered all to elope, all that he loved.
The man, as named, was no one on this earth
And yet the Black angel had let him be, let him be unheard.
The skies, in tears wailed
The rivers, in pain railed
The mountains and the grasslands sunk
The Earth seemed merrily drunk.
The beloved of the Lord sailed
Awaiting the day
Calamity paled.
On the highest mountain of the highest range,
Sat a man now black orange
He, in a tearful glee cried,
I have found peace and respite.
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