He flew he fell he died

MR.apocalypse

Remembering the night I cried

Where angels flew and fell and died

The dreams they had were surely crushed 

What happened to the thing 

 

Afraid of death yet longs to die

With every breath its on his mind

When angels flew they went away

His wings are heavy by design 

 

He dreamed of death for still not black

And seen that life is black as well

When angels fly where do they go

When angels die they go to hell

 

He was an angel after all 

At least thats what he has been told

But no one knows the truth no more

Through prophecy of times of old

 

So remembering that night he cried

And thinking it was all a lie 

And all his dreams he had was crushed

That angel flew and fell and died 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 17th, 2026 23:45
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 2


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