It fell from the sky,
from the clouds,
from above.
It yelled out its cries,
from behind its shroud without love.
A fallen angles nightmare dream,
no one can hear it faintly scream,
wanting to grow back its wings.
A symbol of faith again to sing,
melodies from up above high,
atop the clouds, atop the sky.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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