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This life is never fair.
The angels that you need are never there.
But sometimes they comes to me.
In the dead of winter.
Dead of night.
Forsaken by the powers.
Felt deep within dark hours.
Haunted gloom of showers.
Tainted with respect.
Awaken death that cowers.
From hate-infested towers.
Sharpened thorn of flowers.
Painted with regret.
The angels that you need are never there.
But sometimes they comes to me.
In the dead of winter.
Dead of night.
Forsaken by the powers.
Felt deep within dark hours.
Haunted gloom of showers.
Tainted with respect.
Felt deep within dark hours.
Haunted gloom of showers.
Tainted with respect.
Awaken death that cowers.
From hate-infested towers.
Sharpened thorn of flowers.
Painted with regret.
From hate-infested towers.
Sharpened thorn of flowers.
Painted with regret.
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