Literature
My Angel's Deconstruction
The taste of blood an iron, the clanging of metal tools
To witness this form of cruelty, my tears form violent pools
In the cage next to me, my angel shows no fear
He knows his time is coming, the end is almost near
His wings were charred to the bone, the stubs covered with blood
All attempts to prevent apocalypse, the worlds own crimson flood
When he whispers to me, he shows no defeat
For he is still to beautiful, my angel can not be beat
The smell of harsh chemicals, burn me to the core
The fear wraps around me, my angel is no more
But alas I was wrong, my angel still survives
The torture shows and exhaustion prevails, in his golden eyes
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