Spectations

A study, of words, in crimson, sometimes blue, rarely yellow.

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Curses…

& what are we all but the Devil's disciplea, hiding behind angelic emotions...

& what are we all but the Devil's disciples, hiding behind angelic emotions...

& then again when
The angels fall
There will be no mercy
For your wounded soul.

& then again when
They call your name
There will be nothing
But your shame.

& then again when
They decide your fate
There will be no answer
To who you really are.

Are you Lucifer,
Who haunts my dreams?

Are you Gabriel,
Who chases them away?

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