angel.
where'd you fly last night
I drew your wings
with an arrow of graphite
is the pen lighter
or heavier than the sword
is that all your armour
you so proudly wore to war
Im not your enemy
but I know you won't retreat
durring the terms when we meet
I'll swipe you off your feet...
and is it any wonder
why your from heaven Im from hell
I heard it from the thunder
you recite your little spell
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