deciet and pain for morning breakfast.
fallen angels loathe and repel,
the wings in heaven flutter unknown.
doubt eats into every time that flows,
all moments, a mask to hide the banality.
the walls shall break, the mask shall fail,
the true colours shall shine and the grave shall be dug;
shreadded and rot, for the rest of eternity,
the sheep that roamed among the wolves.
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