Breathless Incarnation/by: Haunted Lunacy

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A breathless incarnation,
the angel that stood before
me.
Her wings singed by the
fires of hell, and eyes that did 
adore me, but the devil that lives
Inside my soul, he did arise and 
take his toll.
He set ablaze, her pretty wings,
and tossed her like all broken things.
The angel she did become a ghost,
and the devil wept, for he 
missed her most. On bended knee 
he sought her grace,
and the angel she did show her face.
He vowed to never do evil again, 
the angel forgave him and 
cleansed him
of sin.

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