Her Eyes


Her eyes, a melting pot of gold and silver
Black wings on her back tell the story of the believer
Crimson lipstick stains her mouth as screaming
lava buries the peace
When did angels and humans lived in harmony?
The world has changed, the world has changed.

A day has come when wild beasts
Roam the country, guarding the fleets
Of vampires, werewolves, angels, and doves
The day has come of the atrocious beloved
When angels and humans roam the land
The day shall come, the day shall come.

Her eyes are golden with great pity
As the new world has begun
A different world of prosperity
A different world until it's done.

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