Dark Angel, bright demon,
They kicked you out of Heaven.
Now you’re down here with the rest of us—
Let the game begin.
Don’t hope… don’t beg…
Let the pain sink in and grow.
Life will stab you in the back again—
And you’ll need it just to cope.
.................................
The wind cuts—my senses sharpen,
Like an animal on edge.
No one, not a single soul,
Will ever know what I’ve bled.
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Dark Angel, bright demon,
Watching from above,
Waiting ’til this earthly pain
Gets tired of breaking you.
Don’t break… don’t pray…
Just grit your teeth and ride it out.
Choke that gut-deep scream inside—
See the bad trip through to the end.
25.02.2026г.
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Bad Trip
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