A false purity
Stripped of it's wings
Created SIN
That which can not be undone
Only forgiven
The divine
Power and destruction
Creation in ideal image
Ripped in it's soul
Some how protected
Weakness in whole
False angel glow
Wrath of an earth
Recreate in ideal form
A goal
For the sin
Forgotten or not
Strayed from a path
Left to rot
We are Human
The control of our world
With out a direction
We are Lost
We are Alone
False Angels
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