I was once a glorious angel
singing across the boundless heights
lighting my path with purity
But then I fell
fell from the skies
so here I stand anew
an angel of corruption
searching for what I have lost
Is it possible to return to the skies?
Is it possible to become what I once was
or am I forever stuck
hidden beneath the muck?
About the Creator
Jae Qilin
Aspiring Poet
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Be wary that my pieces are Copywritten, however, if accredited we can discuss terms
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