If I believed I could show an angel how it to could cry at the mercy of whats been felt.
Even if, yet I do not participate in such evils on the edge in which I fell.
The expression to clip the wings is a form of suicide for the way home is gone.
Then maybe the disbelief will be taken n notes of how a human feels lost.
From beginnin to end fillin voids n losin ground with time fallin behind the legs.
With a subconscious in which speaks a piece of the minds understandin as if awake.
As I am unable to turn on self n give self away to a fairytale imagined by fear.
Yet if I could touch the flight of an angel it be with a bullet for all my undeserved tears.
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