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Angels weep in silence
Pierced with arrows
Drawing on the walls of eyes
Crimson tears
The hush so subtly kills
Cutting paths to bloody feet
Beautiful stains of breath
Kiss the harlot wind
Plucking vulgar feathers from root
Stitching pain to hope
Scathing the ripples of bottom
Bathing in depths of redemption
Soothing rain cleanses the curvature
Of innocence
From dusty grit of despair
Meloncholy hymns
Written on fiery scrolls of forgotten
Quench of benevolence
Saturate gluttonous shrouds
The honey of flight
Swalllows their wings
Ambrosian tart
With a side of palms on strings
Once more they taste the sky
Bittersweet...... Is the love that never dies
Heaven is a place where angels sigh.. the cure
So utterly sweet
Pierced with arrows
Drawing on the walls of eyes
Crimson tears
The hush so subtly kills
Cutting paths to bloody feet
Beautiful stains of breath
Kiss the harlot wind
Plucking vulgar feathers from root
Stitching pain to hope
Scathing the ripples of bottom
Bathing in depths of redemption
Soothing rain cleanses the curvature
Of innocence
From dusty grit of despair
Meloncholy hymns
Written on fiery scrolls of forgotten
Quench of benevolence
Saturate gluttonous shrouds
The honey of flight
Swalllows their wings
Ambrosian tart
With a side of palms on strings
Once more they taste the sky
Bittersweet...... Is the love that never dies
Heaven is a place where angels sigh.. the cure
So utterly sweet