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The Valley of The Fallen Angels

The Valley of The Fallen Angels

written by: Luiz Syphre



I’m waiting for the crescent to glow
the sun flowing to our moon below
my tranquility when darkness falls
for luna razored will save us all
the edge of bliss where it’s bearable

there in the still, I will lay at will
wait to have my destiny fulfilled
then be instilled with no god’s goodwill
burn for those I ruined using pills
alive, three forevers I’ll be grilled

in the valley of the fallen angels
and with flames to my neck have my red spilled

when the moon and dark night ascends to the skies
I shall descend as a demon with no disguise

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