Choices part 3

You're broken...
Wings are falling...
I taste that tingling suffering in your tears,
that agony that's torturing your flesh and bone.
Oh my darkness,
as words are flowing,
my feelings are destroyed...
Whip that crawling images
'cause you're slowly consumed in a bonfire


The Nephilim are scaring the moonchild again...
Hold my light...
It doesn't matters your pain is becoming fallen angels...

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