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Nakerjaybird
Guest
The halo rests,
Above my head.
Innocence belied,
By horns of red.
White feathers fall,
From leathery wings.
While tears cascade,
And joy does flee.
A single moment,
I cannot change.
Life bleeding out,
Only death will remain.
Above my head.
Innocence belied,
By horns of red.
White feathers fall,
From leathery wings.
While tears cascade,
And joy does flee.
A single moment,
I cannot change.
Life bleeding out,
Only death will remain.