The Raggle Taggle Gypsies

In an old abandoned cathedral
I found a box with angel wings
Cut straight off the back
Bloody feathers in tact
And silky golden rings
Who's murderous plot
To torture this beauty
Is the mystery
This Brings
For, who in fact
Would cut an angel
And sell it's hair and wings
For I have never met a fowler
Than this church had
It must be he
Who wanted these
Shipped here
For his own add
In part he is to blame
But who had done the deed
This angel must have been lured there
Before one did impede
And who would lure an angel
By a false decree
But why God let this happen
Is the biggest mystery

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