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An angel´s skull, with demon horns
A mad man´s mind, an eagle´s claws
A magic rhyme, and rose´s thorns
One last prayer, trapped in gauze
She ripped her wings on concrete floor
Missed by none, that dirty whore
Her broken soul will rest at last
Killed her future, she´s got no past
All sleepless nights, all sleeping days
A feeble sun sheds lightless rays
An ended chapter, written tome
She´s sore and naked to her bone
Loving God above decieved her
Caring nurse below diseased her
Wished for peace, stuck in war
Oh, she was so happy in days of yore..