Fallen Angel
As I plummet through the depths of hellMy soul, I'm wanting to sell
Knawing my brittle and weakend bones
Gods voice is now a distant tone
Left here to wander aimlessly through the dark
The only light comes from lightnings spark
I nor see, nor touch anything in sight
For this is hell, where everything is a fright
Every second my soul grows weary and weak
An angel is what my lifeless soul seeks
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