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Post by sacredrapture on Feb 16, 2009 11:30:40 GMT -5
An angel with white wings descends from the sky. He is shining, brilliant, pure.
I was that, once.
Cast out of the pearly gates, i am the enemy; i am the despised, the misunderstood, the corrupted, a blasphemous scar on the face of beauty.
I am the angel with obsidian wings. Forever black as the void, burned by the light of unabashed truth.
Retaining the last vestiges of light, i have channeled them into my eyes. They are Cerulean as the ocean, and Crimson as the sun. They burn and ebb like fire and water. They can burn or heal with a glance, sometimes unintentionally. The irony of the dark side.. Everyone sees the shadow before the light.
I do not regret. For i have loved. And have fallen from grace as a result.
I do not regret.
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