His wings bloody the sky.
His falling saved only by red.
His father shund him.
His brothers bloodied him.
His lover dead.
His wings feathers slowly wither away into dust flying on the wind.
He plummets in the water and prays for a world he knows not.
When God himself has turned his back on you, who are you to turn to.
He turned to a world of men, lying, loveing, cheating, gambling, a world born from sin.
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Emotions.
PoetryPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.
