Angel
- Apr 30
- 1 min read
By Mandolin Thorne
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Challenge me and my convictions
Cover me in premonitions
“The Nephilim are sleeping still!”
...but they’re asking me to kill
Stray renegades among the Fae
Warned You it would be this way
I know it’s so, for I was told
While in the Faerie Lands of gold
Where we awakened slow and lazy
The nature of our essence hazy
“It is time to go.” they said
“For all the world believes you dead.”
Now fire is hot; fire it burns
Up from the ashes a Pheonix returns
So deadly quick and razor- sharp
You can’t feel you’re torn apart
By calm blue eyes in shadow tone
By Gods made up of flesh and bone
It’s not my fault that I fell down
Fuck you and your thorny crown
I’ll eat my brothers, sisters, too
Master, I’m no slave to you
Stripped my wings? I stole a soul!
An Angel with no self-control
Isn’t is scary? Isn’t it fun?
You always knew I’d be the one
Though lonely for lost camaraderie
I found some ground between Satan and me
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