Life

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He's a fallen rising again,

he's an Angel back from the dead.

The demons call,

but he ignores.

He ignites his path,

when he walks.

The wings he bears,

are pure white.

They carry him,

to where he talks.

The light he holds,

prevents all fright.

But the mirror he sees

reflects no might.

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