Angels voices dare not sound
as her body lays apon the ground
the blood polls around her wrists
She has now entered a world of clmpleate bliss
a fallen angel sheads a tear
as he runs his lips acorss her wonds
as he lets go a gun in hand
it his temple this is the end!
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