A thousand angels illuminate the skies
A scorching heat from burning feathers
Beauty enveloped in the wrath of pain
Tears of envy fuel the flame that burns them
Fallen angels as beautiful as shooting stars
Damned from the heavens to a mortal realm
A realm ever aging while they remain the same
Souls once pure become blinded by hatred
Forever unable to make right their wrongs
All that they needed was a step back
A step back to look at the bigger picture
A step back to realize a path to redemption
Shed away the hatred that binds them
Binds them from their second chance
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