Heavens collide with the thorny edge of hell,
This child so pure it seems but why does she cut me softly in my dreams.
The most beautiful angel cascaded down the slope of vanity,
He praised himself and took the form most pleasing to a foolish eye,
Not mine.
I am wise to this supposed cherub's face,
Perfection so dark that it chokes my grace.
Colours to trick the soul.
I see hell in those temptous eyes.
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