Angel of Exile
As the first day rises
So does fate...
Between the sheets of solitude
We bring our self together
Beloved only by the father...
We long to roll along
Echoes fly! Liberating our quest of truth...
As facing an unknown filthy doom...
Eyes inflamed by desire and inner sin,
Grasping the outer soul...
Only guided by a rustic black book
Drawing unchangeable memories...
That emotional exile provides this dawning heart...
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