Dean, are you scared of flying?
Maybe a little less so, I'm thinking
When I held and dragged you upwards and away
From hell, when destiny dictated that you be saved
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Dean, are you still scared of flying?
But surely not scared to take the fall that you can't avoid
Just like a certain broken-winged angel falling
Cast out from heaven, and into this dark void.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
