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[justira]

For angel wings have brushed her face
And left deep scars on her
She mourns, she weeps, she seeks,
She laughs, she cries, she soars
She is a devil's child, she is an angel's dream
Her sun shines bright, her moon glows deep
Her hands play at creation
Her eyes play games with death.

Yet angel wings have brushed her face
And left deep scars on her
She knows, regrets, forgets,
She screams, recalls, consumed
She lives in perfect horror, she lives in Eden's shade
Her glow is gone, her brightness smoke
Her eyes shut tight
Her lips mouth words of doom

For angel wings have brushed her face
And left deep scars on her.

- Inquisition


i got pissed at Catholics and their "trials"

sorry =\

like i said... strange 13 yearold.

not that great, either of them, but i felt like it. =P