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Flowing wings of light,
watch the darkness flee,
watch the people sing with glee,
at the protender,
the fake,
the fraud,
while the true angel is mauled,
by darkness,
by fear,
and yet,
nobody comes near,
to understanding,
to knowing,
that in the end,
this showing,
of light,
of happiness,
will end in a flash,
and faster than they were made happy,
their lives will be lashed,
and whipped,
and torn apart,
til even their very souls depart,
forever from this world,
of blood,
and burning flames of chaos,
time will pass,
all will be not but ash,
and the true angel,
with wings of pure light,
with his heart in hand,
will drift from above,
just to see the chaos wrought,
he will weep,
and he will die,
all alone,
with not even a sigh,
for what was lost,
for what is gone..
the wings of light shall fade..
and he will sing his final song..