I once lived with God
But now I do not
For darkness took me
And it tore me apart,
It took my wings
but left a scar
so now I am known as:
Angel With The Scabed Wings
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you got a problem with me?
spit it out at my face and stop hideing in the corner like the p***y you are.
spit it out at my face and stop hideing in the corner like the p***y you are.