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Lord
The darkness fell on
my angelic persona.
death glimmering threw
constant whispers.
as I shy away from the crowd
I feel the cold wind like they feel
truth like a hot sting against
my snowy white face.
warm tears slide down...
my angelic persona.
death glimmering threw
constant whispers.
as I shy away from the crowd
I feel the cold wind like they feel
truth like a hot sting against
my snowy white face.
warm tears slide down...
