And landed broken on the edge of the cliffs...
He whimpered, he whispered, and begged for forgiveness
Knowing, it won't be received.
His wings were battered and broken,
His blood soaked in through the sheets...
The feathers were ruffled and missing,
And his eyes were void of belief.
The faith in his heart had been broken,
The pieces cut him inside...
The cry his soul was withholding
Was heard by both Adam and Eve.
The body laid on the ground
Did not move for a few centuries...
The blood from him wounds was expunged,
And Hell opened wide to receive.
He laid on the ground, crumpled and broken,
He cursed the above for their deed...
He hated the world for allowing
This angel to fall for his need.
His wings grew dark by the moment,
The wounds refused to close up...
His brothers were watching, the killers,
The damned wouldn't hush up.
The angel found a new vessel,
Entered a body so clean...
Entered a body so clean...
Changed the soul that was given,
Did so to get what he'd need.
The child grew up so surprising
A man to stand in his place...
The angel was guiding the young one
A man to stand in his place...
The angel was guiding the young one
The angel would never change.
The anger they shared was so icy,
The sharpness in it was to die...
The sharpness in it was to die...
The angel used it to show him
That he won't be deceived.
The boy grew stronger each day,
They grew together like stone,
But the brothers were watching,
They knew of the plan all along.
Along game a child that was broken,
Her wings were as white as can be,
She shattered her hands in the ice of their hearts,
And told the brothers they're free.
She wasn't an angel like he was,
She was the pet of a man...
The angel himself was a strong one
Who loved to keep her around.
The man, was an archangel,
The boy he was watching was strong,
The child made her decisions,
"The boy and the angel are mine."
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