Jun 05, 2005 01:48
The silent words
Echoing aloud
Trying to make sense of all.
Cry forth
Sweet bliss
I, am the Angel Material.
Light doth shine
Upon my crime
Repent on a mountain tall.
The blood doth stain,
Nothing shall remain,
Of the Angel Material.
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