Angels are not just flesh and feather
It’s hardly the smell of heaven and incense
Rather of roughness and leather
To commit atrocities, no one needs a license
The blue glow of the sea and the crystal snow mix
A tear runs down to the collarbone
Sometimes it's too late to fix
Again, you're all alone
Salty tears sting bitten lips
The metallic taste of blood is not so disgusting
It's not dark times, it's just an eclipse
Believe in nonsense again, become trusting
Fallen angel
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