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Came The Angels

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Published: Mar 27, 2004

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Came the angels of tainted perfection
To line our hearts with ammunition
Adorned with twisted dreams of peace
To quell the fire of rapt ambition

Came the angels of newborn damnation
Fresh from the womb of brutal demise
Appeased with misfortune and vengeful souls
To gnaw our skin and gauge our eyes

And still, and still, the fires raged,
As victims fell to pre-dug graves.
Exiled creatures fresh from hell
Wished our shattered bodies well

And still, the roses failed to bloom
Crown with thorns, my blood consumed
Ebony blood runs cold as ice
Let loose with heartfelt sacrifice…

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thanks to Solitude-within for looking this over and convincing me to submit. hopefully you'll all like it! ..i've had a bad case of writers block for a few days, and this just came..i don't know where from or anything..i hope you like...
love always
Rose
xx

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