Fallen as you think I may have,
my wings are still there.
Your high and mighty stature is only within your mind,
still believing that you are a benevolent being.
You lurk in the shadows checking on my status
wondering if I will resurface,
but patience dear imp,
I am waiting for my moment to strike.
You have made it too easy to find the skeletons in your closet,
your fall is coming.
And I know now
you think you have won by forcing my fall,
but like an angel I will rise again
and this time I will make sure your wings are cut off
the mask taken
and the world see you for the evil you are.
How sweet the forbidden fruit will be
that is my revenge.
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Angel Adagio
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