June
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I was sent too this world for a reson a reson that no one could understand.
I was sent too this world to guide you trough darkness i failed as i fell my self.
And now when i am back in the light now when the blood that was spillt in the word of my name is clear. Now is when it all happens a tear of yoy but still of pain you moved on and left me here. My robe is red by my own blood. The wings once so bright is now only a mirror that reflects the darkness. Once i was known as a profet now i am known by many name. I seek the path to my own way and along it i found my moon.
The moon that shines and lightens my world when she smiles my heart smiles again.
When she cries i shred tears of blood for her. My duty is to protect this child from evil.
Too guide one more once again. I hope my task is clear too you my beloved moonchild couse my word is your guide and my hand is yours too take. I bow down too your grace surenders too your beuty you truely is a mirror of the past. And with the hope of reedeming my self i give you my word i will guide you back to the stars where you belong my white little angel.
I was sent too this world to guide you trough darkness i failed as i fell my self.
And now when i am back in the light now when the blood that was spillt in the word of my name is clear. Now is when it all happens a tear of yoy but still of pain you moved on and left me here. My robe is red by my own blood. The wings once so bright is now only a mirror that reflects the darkness. Once i was known as a profet now i am known by many name. I seek the path to my own way and along it i found my moon.
The moon that shines and lightens my world when she smiles my heart smiles again.
When she cries i shred tears of blood for her. My duty is to protect this child from evil.
Too guide one more once again. I hope my task is clear too you my beloved moonchild couse my word is your guide and my hand is yours too take. I bow down too your grace surenders too your beuty you truely is a mirror of the past. And with the hope of reedeming my self i give you my word i will guide you back to the stars where you belong my white little angel.
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