Wings torn, beaten
from the crimson sky
by the cold heart of winter.
Innocent blood is spilt
upon the floor of Eden
for the sins of the fallen.
Poisonous tears from
the eyes of a dead star,
expelled from heaven.
Bathed in bitterness, and
shrouded in fear, betrayal, as
she drowns in her own screams.
Condemned to die
without dignity, forgotten.
Lost in the pages of history.
But her pain is ours, and
her blood is on our hands
for we brought about her sorrow.







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