My Angel

I had an angel -
He walked by my side.
He was warm-blooded
And he wished to die...
My angel asked me for being free,
He killed himself for you and me.
He fell and turned into a bird,
He lucifered with a sacred word.
He killed himself, his throat was cut...
I'v seen my angel in a puddle of blood.
...Yes, I'v been there,
His wings were broken.
I'v seen my angel in a puddle of blood.


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